We all imagine of remembrance forever
A talent none of us can have ever
But all of us can dream together
We all imagine how moments could be captured forever
An imagination which none of us could turn into reality
But this time it was not going to be never
Because someone out of us found out a way
To make something out of our mind’s unprecedented tray
A small print etched in black and white forever
It was not long before someone gave it colour
The photograph was born
It was made so that man’s memory would not be torn
The small print was slowly a revolution
It started becoming a steady evolution
We needed to call the device a name
We needed to keep the result in a frame
And the click was found and the shutter was given the weight of trapping time
The picture captured forever in a colourful plethora
We simply called it a camera
As man always finds a new way
He found one for another desire
He decided he wants movement to stay
To stop, to pause, rewind and to play
We already listened to music on the stereo
This phenomenon of kidnapped movement
Was simply called video
As I look back today at my own pictures and videos
I try to recollect what I was thinking
But alas, time can be captured, thoughts not
It is a fact that cannot be changed, so do not be distraught
I remember how we posed
How we were tricked into having our picture taken when dosed
Friends arm in arms, hands over shoulders
Piggy back at times and resting over boulders
Sleeping in green grass, sipping coke from each other’s glass
Munching on our favourite food
A smile at times, occasionally a brood
Caught in expressions we never see in a mirror
Looking at the results with some apprehension and fear
Am I looking good? Should I have sat or should I have stood?
How is the smile? How is the pout?
Am I that tall, am I that stout?
The fun, the frolic is caught forever
Times which will never come back
Let us look at the good times while brewing hot tea on a burner
For other problems, I hope we invent a time turner.
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