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
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