The Picture

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. . .