Photograph

A series of emotion a photograph carries,

A memory of many events,

Lying trapped in an album,

Untold stories remain a mystery.

Never thought pictures can break us,

Never imagined all will be left would be just images,

No matter how much I cry seeing them,

They never change nor does the time.

Passed down from generations to generations,

They just get old,

Some miss them for a day,

And forget them once it gets folded.

Never knew snapshots had so much power to make people cry,

Or maybe the image of the person it does,

Photographs hold a value,

For the treasured memories in us.

They say, capture the happy times,

Forget the sad ones,

Who knows what the time will bring?

Time decides whether a photograph is a happy or sad one.