a photo album
is one’s pictorial grip on one’s life -
a slippery hold maybe,
but comforting nonetheless,
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remarkable ending lines...your poem finger touches the softest corner of the reading mind...thanks...10
Beautiful poem Raj, little subdued perhaps, but i enjoyed it immensely. I can also identify with the photo album viewing and pointing at dead people............. Milica
Raj I really love when you do this style of poem. It's true; we feel a nervousness in the realization that everyone slowly goes away; sooner or later, young or old, we all end up the same. This is wonderfully subtle.