As Pretty As The Picture

The picture Oh!   The most beautiful picture
How gorgeous was its lustre

The picture of the girl in Scotland
Amidst the hawthorns in the beautiful hinterland

It was packed with tulips, hawthorns
And millions of creatures running their marathons

The sight was as pretty as the picture
It left a harmonious strain in my heart with its lustre

I saw it decades and decades ago
Yet it is my heart's and my heart's alone, its logo

Yet I don't know why it brought in a melancholic strain
It plays on like a sad ending film in my brain

We say the word goodbye all the time
Even if it is as sour as lime

But no one knows when the last time is
So I will remember this sight with a bliss

I won't say forever
I wold, rather, say forever and evermore

by Sneha R

Comments (4)

Thank you sir, I believe you are a gifted poet! looking forward to reading your works!
A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with conviction. Keeping the faith is to keep holding on. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
thank you @Edward, but when I read your poems, I feel awe!
Aporetic void! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.