Picture spins a web of tales-
flashes from the past whiz by.
Images forever trail
once shut in camera’s eye.
Truth lies in the maze of net,
and not what colours portray.
Smiles appear roseate
tho humour in disarray.
Spirits – the photo discards,
Wits, memories – the mind guards.
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Yes. The photo does not capture the essence. Good one.
Really good. Liked a lot.
Thanks Vineetha.
Thank you Gopal.
Though I don’t agree that a photo doesn’t always catch the essence but the poem is indeed beautiful and a good reference point it will be for my students who have just read the poem “A Photograph”
Thanks much Nalini.