The Picture by Vaibhav Mohan
'Twas nothing unusual Just like any of its kind Still the picture on the wall, Strange thoughts it brought to the mind The face of a lady it held A face so pure, It made u unsure Done in two colors-black and white, Made me always sit up tight Specially fascinating were her eyes Unbearable pain they spoke of Could almost hear the cries Often stood for hours Staring at it Into those unfathomable eyes of hers Desperately seeking the secret concealed With a feeling, To only me would it be revealed As I looked onto her one day, Think it was the eighteenth of May Overcome by passion I had to know, Or I wouldn't go Was it a figment of my imagination Or did those eyes truly blink? Guess it was hallucination And I couldn't think There was a powerful feeling Irresistible, To go near Very near To her She was really moving! The picture was alive Rooted to the spot I stood, Summoned all the will I could To turn And run But that imploring look Beckoned me To stay An uncontrollable des...