Hey eyes- speak of a subtle love
that she had in her past.
The wrinkles around her eyes
get smaller when she puts a smile.
A tear rolls down her face
everytime she speaks of it.
The tears are adamant in reducing her face's charm.
I sit beside her
(not in her lap)
she can't bear my weight.
I look at her beauty and imagine
how she would have looked without those wrinkles.
I often ask for her old photographs.
Today is new year's day.
I am yet to feel the warmth of your blessings.
I am growing up (without you)
but I lack maturity.
You were in my dreams.
It felt very real.
I know now, where I have to go
When I want to have a talk (with you).
Whenever I bask in sunshine
I remember my lost love (you).
I sigh.
A tear just rolled down my face.
Dadi, I am looking at your old photograph.
This poem is authored by Akriti Adarsh, a student of IISER, Mohali.
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