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Nov 2017
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I like my old photographs
as compare to the present one''
''I look very young, pretty beautiful, wrinkle-free
in my photograph of 50 years back,
when I was hardly twenty years old,''
That reminds me when spring comes, Every flower blooms

Life is not like photography,
We use the negative to develop.
Photographs capture a moment
That's gone forever, Impossible to reproduce

In my old photographs
I look very young and handsome
I see the books I have read
The music I have heard
The people I have met
And all those I have loved
And above all
There are no bad pictures;
That's just now your face looks sometimes
You don't take a photograph, but you make it.

Many years ago, I am on lap of my young mother
And many came new Making my all memories
Rising on the canvass with my son's wedding
Wishes cling like honey bee in beehive
The joy of embrace, crazy kiss and hug

All old photographs of tears and smile
Moving like movie they all touch me
Like my soul survive the amputated sea of wishes
Merge with roaring ocean to attain something unknown

Drawing delightful senses to know hidden upstairs
Encourage the arrow of hope to bank on goodwill bow
To reach its new target as in my latest photograph on wall
With strong determination of stamina with my grandchildren

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
The Sick Red Carnation
Written by
The Sick Red Carnation  27/F/Iran
(27/F/Iran)   
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