Etched

The yellowed picture, 
In a shattered frame, 
Pretty,all the same. 
Beaming smiles sublime, 
Stilled and frozen in time. 
The jagged edges slit, 
The trailing fingers,they bleed. 
Crimson, the contours traced,
Ablush,as if by life embraced. 
A portrait drenched in tears, 
Of those,devoid of earthly fears. 
Moth eaten and edges frayed, 
Still precious to those who bled. 
No less,memories captured,
Solace,to those broken,fractured. 
Chandni.