In the Photograph

On both sides forest, in the middle a path, with light and direction
On both sides forest, laughing loudly, in the middle a path, still
On both sides forest, screaming, in the middle a path, detached
On both sides forest, immersed in dreams, in the middle a path, free from
This sight trembles in the eyes like a reflection on the surface of water
A startled face, bent over it
In the closed, moist eyes
A world brims,
Like a compass the love inside you
Takes you on some unknown path
And truth liberates you
Open your closed palms
The wind can't hide in them
Light neither
They have locked themselves alone in this prison
I want to see your face
Before some surprise?

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amazing poem! thank you, mohan

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