Empty walls surround me, never a photo in sight.
They say it is wrong, I never got to see the reflection of sweet moments shine bright.
Trapped in my mind,
Memories of all kind.
Never allowed to be displayed,
Such adornment makes them afraid.
God shall not enter, they say,
He does not like pretty things this way.
But, all I wanted was my memories to dazzle my wall,
I never meant to blaspheme, I was still draped in my shawl.