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The Relic
I don't know the faces
in the old photograph,
stored in the attic
with other relics
of lives long past
I don't know their names,
or the stories etched
on weathered foreheads,
and in eyes that saw
both sorrow and joy.
I should have asked
their names
before grandmother
rejoined the family
in that old photograph.
Copyright ©
Chetta Achara
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