Age

He was but a boy of thirteen, with shiny eyes full of dreams.
The same beautiful eyes saw his father die.
They were still the same, as beautiful as ever,
but their owner changed, aged years in no time.
With or without the dreams eyes shinned the same.

You don’t age in numbers or year.
You do age 
in scars, tragedies, and experience. 

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Picture of the Day.

Poor beggar, he was so thirsty and someone offered him water. Thinking that humanity is still alive he made a cup out of his hands.

It tasted like nectar. “The shot is perfect.”, They left him, thinking what had just happened, yearning for more water.

Now he knew and he smiled. After all, it was his first photograph.