he was a daily wage worker
having a cup of tea.. I saw
him he saw me I held him
in the grip of my camera
steadfastly ,,his life his hope
his struggle his hardships
that I could see reading
his inner thoughts to which
I was privy ..sometimes I
wonder that there is much
more to street photography
mystically mesmerizing
adding a touch of humanity
healing him me holistically
he was held captive I set him free
a picture a part of street poetry
