In an old photograph, I see,
My mother's smile, charming and free,
A time when burdens hadn't yet found,
Without the weight of responsibilities,
No worries etched upon her face,
Just joy and beauty, perfectly in place,

I know she is beautiful, there's no dispute,
But in her teenage years, she's even more astute,
Her face twinkling like a star in night,
Her eyes gleaming with a carefree light,
Her hair, dark and long, flowing past her hip,
In an elegant saree, with every fold's perfect grip,

Though so many years have passed,
Her smile remains, her grace shines,
A timeless charm.



© silent_soul
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