Framed
>> Saturday, January 31, 2009
They look at the picture on the wall
Two pairs of eyes,
Old and weary.
She was the only light in their dark lives,
Now she is a framed photograph.
She would run around,
Spreading laughter and joy.
Now she is imprisoned,
Between layers of wood and glass.
All because they had no money,
Nothing left to give,
To the man,
Who married her
Who vowed to cherish her.
He is happy now with another,
But their sunshine is eclipsed forever.
2 comments:
Yes! This is exactly what had lured me to the poems of Ms. Preeti R. This reminds of '...and the quest continues...'
I have a feeling that these poems will be published someday.
There is something abt your poems that make me feel pain and I guess I should avoid them now :p
aww...
ok avoid them...
i start with the intention to write a light poem but i dont know what happens mid-way...
:-(
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