A Forgotten Keepsake

Innocent smiles beneath a deep blue sky,

Adorned in the grace of a traditional style.

Where Tenzing palms sway and ancient oaks rise,

And a chilly breeze whispers through tea garden skies.

Beady necklaces gleam on carefree faces,

Far from the rush of fast-paced, industrial traces.

A captured moment, seven years in the past,

A golden, timeless phase forever to last.

A close-knit family, wandering free,

Their encouraging voices, a sweet memory.

A beautiful Shingcha, a crown on my head,

Uncovering traditions with each vibrant thread.

Ah, a cherished photograph, held in a digital keep,

A precious memory, while the relentless clocks sleep.

Maynna Pandey