A Photograph

It is a reminder,
That things were once perfect,
It is a memory,
Nobody ever wants to forget.

It captures moments,
Of our daily life,
Keeps them fresh and sometimes,
Brings pain as sharp as a knife.

It expresses the pain and sorrow,
Of a weeping lover,
Reminds him of the times spent with someone,
Who to him was as lucky as clover.

It expresses the happiness and joy,
Of a mother who has just given birth to a Child,
And to a family of tigers who've found their daily meal,
After a long hunt in the wild.

It expresses trust,
Of a friend in a friend,
And defines their friendship,
So that it never ends.

A photograph truly expresses,
What you want to say,
Without any words,
Just with a smile, by the way.

It reminds us,
Of the times good or bad,
And is a reminder of,
Beautiful things or people we've ever had.

I do have a large number,
Of Photographs of my own,
Which are dear to my heart and remind me,
That the broken bonds can too be sewn.