you see through the eye
of your camera all things
filled with joy beauty your
visions pride neighbors envy
i shoot open gutters over
flowing garbage remorse
pain disparity somebody
has to shoot lepers beggars
you see they are part of a
lesser god doing their duty
i shoot abandoned moments
abandoned memories i freeze
while you only talk about stray
dogs swach bharat and trees
on the soul of my camera
consciousness aided by shivas
third eye ,,,my feelings for the
downtrodden marginalized
wont ever cease ..as a hobbyist
a beggar poet through stories
within pictures i get my release
