An Album that Breathe
With trembling hands, I turned,
Rusty sheets of an old album,
Buried in the old trunk.
A cute little girl saw giggling,
With a small ponytail and kohled eyes.
Her father lifted her, and she was touching the sky.
A few sheets later,
There was a proud mother,
Her princess won the trophy, and both clicked.
Nostalgia doesn't stopped here,
Little girl is now posed in graceful Saree,
That picture is worth millions with a graduation cap.
The memories and the daughter matures with time,
Wrapped in ravishing red attire, waiting for her prince,
The smiling yet sad parents looked content.
Gray haired and wrinkled faced daughter,
Visited empty home to donating her parents belongings,
Quietly moved away, clutched her life in the album.
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