Black And White

This black and white photograph
Of a family long forgotten
Refuses to leave my short memory.

As if it were the only thread left
Unbroken... token.

Black and white, but not true.
Of three kids standing close to
Each other, but not close.

One with pubes for hair,
Another, stupid but dear,
Third, boy next door.

Looking straight, but feet pointing
In three different directions.
Ready to walk out, away...
Bound only by gloss.

Truth... in black and white,
On paper.

by aniruddha raich

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Aniruddha, this one is haunting, it talks about how what you see is not what you get. As time passes kids have their own life and own way of livin git, and then, they pursue life in different ways. good poem! Preets