Yellow

A piece about my sister, childhood, and innocence. Photographer: Bhavina Patel

I watch you 

through a Canon lens.

Little polkadot dress,

your bright balloons 

wrestling with the wind,

pure 

perfection 

to me. 

At first

you're apprehensive to smile 

but give in anyways

with a wide, toothy grin,

cheeks rosy from within, 

as blades of slender grass 

tickle your feet.

And then you dance 

an innocent number

across marsh mellow fields,

imaginary rainbows, 

prancing from cloud to cloud.

And I,

a prisoner to reality 

held captive by my own mind

watch you

in fixated envy. 

Through a Canon lens

I pray

you never

let go.

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Reviews

[Harshit Singh]

very rumi'ish .All your metaphors seem to be like his