The Album Poem by Shaunak Chakraborty

The Album



The album takes me to the past,
when the world cherish me,
treats me like a fable
its serenity for certain.

Some paper shows my smile
others the cute fury,
the world as like a machine
completes each an every longings.

Everything was pious for me
my mind as a beautiful flower,
I trot in the entire house
it was the memories as diamond.

Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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