Much virtue in the pictures taken in time,
With love so pure and passion sublime,
For people change like seasons passing by,
But pictures keep those memories, memories that money can't buy.
And they still meet in those pictures taken in times of bliss,
Parents unseparated blessing their child with a kiss,
Lovers in spring time sharing their love,
Or old grandparents praying to the heaven above,
Children captured through lenses playing a game,
Though everything may change, the picture stays the same.
And men are bound to change for good or for bad,
Don't hold on to the past, don't be sad,
But remember how it used to be and cherish the moments while you can,
But wait not for its return, wait for no woman or man.
And they still meet in those pictures unaware of the passing time,
Unaware of the changes they had undergone, unsure of their crime,
Old vows broken but still alive in the picture of the husbands and their wives,
For pictures speak a thousand tales about the people and their lives,
In a world where people run for money and for fame,
Lift your spirits for the picture stays the same.
Move on but keep those pictures close to your hearts,
For oblivion masters brain but picture completes the missing parts,
And long after you are gone and in peace with life so new,
You will be immortalized in pictures with a fresh hue.
And yet they will meet in those pictures lost from sight,
But with passing of generations it will be brought to light,
For with seasons the pictures changed not,
A history they share, one which people had forgot,
The picture has no religion, no caste, no name,
And the best part about it is that the picture stays the same.