Photograph

I saw a photograph
A sceneric beauty
A man awed
A constant euphoria.
They took it long back
Somewhere in their childhood
Young men grown old
The photograph still a sceneric beauty.
The rush of life is a hassle
Only some save certain treasure
My hands tried to feel
The photograph of my own birth.
I am now but only smooth
My emotion runs on these papers
The photographs of tomorrow
Only makes me laugh a little longer.