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The Picture

Updated on April 2, 2011

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. . .


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      Raghav Rathi 6 years ago from Dehradun, Uttarakhand, India.

      Life is bittersweet Poohgranma....

      Thanks a lot for the comment and as far as children are concerned,

      thats a long time from now...

      cheers and thanks,


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      Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

      We all lose much of the innocence of our childhood but you can recapture much of it when you have children of your own and then grandchildren. You can also open your spirit and ask God to help you see and fell through the eyes and heart of a child. I wish peace for you and a new smile. This was bittersweet.