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I look at the picture in my hand.
It had been there for quite some time.
It was a reminder of my cherished past,
A point from where, my life moved on really fast.
I look at the toothless smile.
And those big innocent eyes.
A smile that faded as teeth grew out,
Eyes that kept on getting shrewder through out.
I put down the picture and close my eyes.
Wondering about the changes that my life took.
What would have happened if I had remained the same?
With that sweet smile and the eyes that could tame,
Even a rooaring lion?
But the child is long gone now.
In his place, lives a mere puppet who doesn't even know how to smile.
Sometimes, i scream out loud.
I want the child to come back.
But it's only the echo of those memories that come back,
To haunt me more and more. . .