Portrait <br />Rema Prasanna <br /> <br /> <br />Oh! Grandmother, you did not live up to <br />Envisage the hand prints of a high tech era <br />Not even a television, the collective <br />Co product of one multihued world <br />Believed and feared snapshots <br />Would recede the span of life <br />Not even stood for one flawless picture <br />For me to keep aside <br /> <br />Oh! Grandmother, you walked past on the line of life <br />Leaving me to enlighten my inner vision to direct <br />A paint brush to create a memoir for you <br />A portrait, to place on the centre hall of our <br />Ancestral home, where you lived life in full <br />Incessantly radiating happiness <br />Poised forever, there inside that <br />Gilded frame, a lineage entranced in full <br />Ages and eras not enough to portrait <br />You in a picture frame however I place it as the <br />Treasured reminiscence of your life<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portrait-12/
