Friday, January 24, 2014

The Seeker Of Truth


He lives with the rafaees
but calls himself bhandari
of strangers photographers
over cautiously wary..
when he looks at me
neither a saint nor
a sinner he feels sorry
my sartorial serendipity
my freedom of movement
he envies ..because i
shoot pictures of his
order he wonders if
i sell them make money
most of the time
he keeps away from me
he thinks overtly
unhesitatingly
that he is sane
but i am crazy
we are both branches
roots of two different
soul shattering trees
his prosaic hold
on my street poetry

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