occupy the
front row, stand prominent
in a picture while others
remain insignificant.
One little girl sharp and sensitive
holds her sisters’ pavadai,
while the sister plays
with her ear rings
looking elsewhere, lost in her thoughts
The other pair of siblings
the eldest one, a determined
lass has a firm grip
on the three year old
who wears a frock, unlike others.
Her round eyes telling
of her status timid and soft.
The biggest of the group,
stands tall, she being
an authoritarian fit to be
a leader.
This picture, lands in my phone
unexpectedly, serves as a premonition
to what the kids would turn
in the later years.
The best part being
each one grows up and lives
exactly as the evocative
picture portrays.
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