Frames That Speak: A Poem by Kirti V

Adorning the plastered walls,
Each frame speaks a lot,
About the eyes that met,
And the breath that seeped through the walls.

Some were the mandatory clicks,
Of weddings that many might have missed,
And the ones who left us,
Were preserved in some of the clicks.

The monochrome hues,
And studio shots,
Gave way to the digital era
And the myriad hues,

Yet the feel of holding the print,
And laughing over the story behind,
Can’t be relished,
In the untouchable print.