Portrait
Rema Prasanna
Oh! Grandmother, you did not live up to
Envisage the hand prints of a high tech era
Not even a television, the collective
Co product of one multihued world
Believed and feared snapshots
Would recede the span of life
Not even stood for one flawless picture
For me to keep aside
Oh! Grandmother, you walked past on the line of life
Leaving me to enlighten my inner vision to direct
A paint brush to create a memoir for you
A portrait, to place on the centre hall of our
Ancestral home, where you lived life in full
Incessantly radiating happiness
Poised forever, there inside that
Gilded frame, a lineage entranced in full
Ages and eras not enough to portrait
You in a picture frame however I place it as the
Treasured reminiscence of your life
Rema Prasanaa
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