21 May 2017

Behind the scene.


Riddle me this,
For once
let me question your bliss.
You travel for peace and to please?
Unlike people here,
Who move to cover their lease.
You eat pizza in an ancient temple town,
Carrying camera with a detachable lens,
And call it a work-life cleanse?
You click my picture,
And write this poetry,
Pretending that you're
Creating history.
All you did was,
Interrupt our game.
I was to bat,
When you came.
This is for nothing,
None shall remember,
Because between each other,
We never said a name.
In Picture: A kid In a village near Khajuraho.

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