Old Photograph



In the attic lay my old school photo,

dishevelled hair, shy, I stand,

with the terrible trio that terrorized the class,

away from the ponytail-girl with who I was paired,

but now we are scattered over in different shapes,

if our old teacher could piece us together,

who still walks that lane.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

4 thoughts on “Old Photograph

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Nostalgia and the raking over of faded memories can prove to be a tricky subject for poets,but you handled it very well indeed. I applaud the bold,decisive narrative strokes that convey to the reader the sense that the photograph ,as well as the Past that it represents,is somehow an integral whole and that it is the whole of the Past that is broken and scattered.The reader has this confirmed in the line, “..could piece us together”. Superb!

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