All our smiles,
with few bits of sorrows,
and load bits of joy.
From the point,
people start to live and lie,
to the time when they shed and die.
A lot of things get in,
and get locked.
All are anchored in 4th dimension,
all are docked.
A bit piece of paper,
was it so,
it had all the smiles and sorrows,
Right from the first of walks,
all but flashes of tiny bit of talks.
With a bunch of people on it,
who had kept the past, bright lit.
Few continued being on it,
while some falsed to be a fit.
A bit piece of paper,
Neither it did bring back the time,
Nor it ceased the sceptic caper.
It just held the world for that moments' crime.
All those moments were graphed too tight,
For what they didn't change at anyone's sight.
An utter random moment caught up in time,
with a little bit of sigh
and a bit of smile,
neither can they be held up to file,
nor can be scaled, for much of a dime!
That's the catch no one gets,
Not every photograph makes it to paper,
Not all of them can be displayed upright,
they are all caught up in brain and heart,
Some name it as memories,
Yet are simply,a photograph.
