The Solo Picture
“The solo picture that carried the broken smile.”
After story to the holdingof my storm;
Deep meltedwere my last left frozen part.
The anguish which were at verge
to flow down; to cover up ,
I was just ready for a water splash.
Captured so well;
as my fist held the pink tub tight ,
To the uplifted snowy white cheeks
the shiny drizzleof my teary eyes.
How long ago was it ,
At the age of five?;
that something broke me down
and yet the picture carried MY Smile.
Copyright © Sonali Thakur | Year Posted 2019
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