The tattered box The broken frames The weary limbs The arid mute eyes Memories that flew in the gardens on the courtyard The celebrations of life Lived amidst joy of future Knitted,woven,secured,cococooned,preserved The colours of laughter The sweetness of festivals The pallette of hope and rejoice The joy of togetherness Are we the birds who have to fly from fractured nests Are we the cows who look for pastures beyond Are we the beings that need to migrate Those boxes that the children leave Pain and agony of parents left behind Beyond the frames That every breath they seek The old wanting to be with their young.. Nitin Suresh