The shutter closes,
and captures the moments,
I grow old capturing my life
throw the lenses and the display...
I focus on trees,
I focus on leaves,
I focus on sky,
I focus on time,
and tides,
and birds flying by.
I capture youth,
I capture senescence,
I capture death...
I treasure love,
smiling faces,
tear on cheeks,
happiness in eyes,
expectations in heart.
and I shall continue till
I depart...
But I forget
Myself.
The man behind the camera
I get neglected...
and forgotten...
I AM IMMORTAL,
I LIVE IN MY WORKS,
I LIVE WITH THE CAPTURES OF MY LIFE.
I am the one BEHIND THE CAPTURE.
A Sulagna Dutta Poem
superb asusual..
ReplyDeletewow yaar :) you simply surpass yourself every time :)
ReplyDeletequite metaphysical...and self indulging
ReplyDeleteWell....i always had this feeling deep inside that Bengalis are really talented.. and i realize that it's damn true after all :) :) nice work :)keep writing :)
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