Burnt Pictures
Friends and foes it burns alike
Immune to it no one can be
Ruining precious memories I like
Eternal though they'll stay in the heart of me
When black ashes on the floor I found
Silent tears followed the sorrow
Losing all hope I squat on the ground
Weeped in despair of no tomorrow
Although its possible to buy new ones
Frames and cups that were burnt
But where will I find the memories gone
It was the biggest lesson I had learnt
He was no more, nor were his pictures
All I was left with were burns and no fixture
19th April, 2016
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