The Child looked up,
Innocence Brimming over.
He Tightened His Grasp softly,
Around Her Delicate hands.
He saw her Tiny feet,
Trying to match his pace.
Careful where you step,
He gently nudged her hands.
They walked often,
To fields far away.
He the Past & She the Future,
Hand In Hand.
Age was fast catching Up,
The Old Man grew fatigued.
He rested once on the way,
The girl rushed onto his lap.
Beads of Perspiration Dangled on his Face,
The girl played with it,
Painting imaginary figures with fingers,
On his wrinkled canvas.
The Old Man closed his eyes,
The touch of innocence, of life, played.
The Old Man closed his eyes,
And he smiled.
Sometimes, All we need Is,
A Touch.
Innocence Brimming over.
He Tightened His Grasp softly,
Around Her Delicate hands.
He saw her Tiny feet,
Trying to match his pace.
Careful where you step,
He gently nudged her hands.
They walked often,
To fields far away.
He the Past & She the Future,
Hand In Hand.
Age was fast catching Up,
The Old Man grew fatigued.
He rested once on the way,
The girl rushed onto his lap.
Beads of Perspiration Dangled on his Face,
The girl played with it,
Painting imaginary figures with fingers,
On his wrinkled canvas.
The Old Man closed his eyes,
The touch of innocence, of life, played.
The Old Man closed his eyes,
And he smiled.
Sometimes, All we need Is,
A Touch.
A personal favorite photograph,
captured 4 years back in the Himalayas
captured 4 years back in the Himalayas
8 comments:
ooh!! very very nice!!
u r a genius for sure,, simple yet so strong!! loved it !!
thank u ck :)
Lovely!
thank you amty! :)
you take these pictures as well as write the words? Amazing! You are shockingly talented!
thank you menina! :)
double thumbs up for the picture!
thank u amber !
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