As It Unfolds Poem by Alok Agarwal

Took a walk
Down the memory lane
Found a box of treasure
That brought me pleasure

Lost in thoughts
About the story
That unfolds
Worth bags of gold

I was young
So was my brother
So were my parents
Love transparent

With a camera in hand
Is my father
Smile he says
I pick a glee

My brother in tender age
New to the world
Gets confused
Can't figure the word smile

Hear my son
Preaches mother
Show some teeth
Look cute

Brother don't care
It is my way
Or highway
He replies

Not interested in photo
Happy is HE
Why smile
All efforts futile

Chocolate
Toys
Train
Dance in rain
All in vain, All in vain

Time is passing
Mother impatient
Shouts she
Click Click

Dressed in summer and winter
Somewhere in Haridwar
A picture is taken
Of Two men
Standing
In grass green
And water blue
Men of such charismatic hues
Born few