The Old Picture

The Black Saree looks just perfect,

The charm remains the same,

The beauty of the old,

The spirit of the young,

Perfection bends in front of her,

The missing blush,

Spreads on her face,

In his presence,

His radiant smile stands out,

Adding the lustrous yellow to the yellow light lit room,

Captured in an old picture,

A single glance,

It all comes alive once again,

He may be resting in his happy celestial place,

The picture gets him here once again,

She still arranges her Saree,

And smiles to herself,

Knowing that he is around,

Probably, just looking,

Or smiling,

And falling in love with her,

Yet again.

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