Agony of My Sister

As she stared at the framed photo Of her friends and herself taken some days ago, A pain went through her ailing heart And an obscure tear from her eyes did depart. Those were the times of idyllic moments, Cherished, nourished and untainted amusements. Each soul linked to every other, And now they existed only within the ornate golden border. She found a little bit of herself in each one of them, Still perceived in the inert picture within the frame, They were vivacious, their chattering heard all over the place Like an assembly of birds chirping away to magnificence. And now she was left alone and depressed to shreds, And glared at the frozen lifeless snapshot of her friends, Grief engulfing her to the last cell, A pall of gloom turning her current condition ill, She can hear no more voices, Her days devoid of their lovely giggles, Their own empire had torn into fragments, She was solitary, away from the domain of enjoyments. But the people never understood the ache, The ocean of emotions swelling within her psyche, The shades of her colourful realm had drained away, And the promise of technology never soothing her in any way, Because, to the world, she was just 13 years old, Shifted her residence from South to North, Along with her family, away from her friends of her county, With the parting gift of the photograph they arranged as a memory! K.S.Lakshmi