My First Photo Was a Cry

My first photo was a cry a real cry I was afraid of the lenses a ghost carried by a lanky photographer near small upstart river full of red earth.. Green mangoes with yellow tint Green grass Gloriosa Marigold Sky blue overhead all in modest sync Papa was afraid his money was gone "His son is a dyspneic sob" But that lanky man did a good job Then packed up his tripod After two days papa brought a Black and White photograph 'I am crying near a river No color is there no flavor Only a bland cry A black and white cry' It was 55 years back... That lanky man laughs from the land of oblivion Contest Name Black and white film photography (8-20 lines) Sponsor Giorgio A. V. Form: Prose Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty Penned on 1st March, 2015