A girl of eight,
asked her grandpa
may I take a photograph of Ya?
He was pleased and agreed.
He asked Grand Ma,
where are my clothes?
Where are my shoes?
Our Grand D. has come;
to click me.
But, Alas! He failed.
He could find only his shirt.
And asked her to click the upper part.
Say Cheese!!!
and click….
With an air of excitement asked he,
when do I get my photograph?
The answer came-
In a few minutes grandpa!
As the girl came,
she asked for her chocolate money.
When her soul got contented,
She showed the photograph to her grandpa.
Expressionless, worried, smiling,
What do we do now sort of expression.
It was not him.
It was his lower part.