God Of Small Things - Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee
Among the teeming thousands
In the bustling city of Delhi,
An ordinary looking, wide-eyed, thin man with curly hair and pointed nose,
An all-seeing camera in his back-pack,
Walks around with quiet determination
Recording and writing about everything;
The trees, the flowers, the woods, the birds,
the butterflies, and the bees…
The rich, the powerful, their parties,
the poor, and not-so-poor…
Leading their ordinary lives
His stories glow in the national newspapers
Daily like stars in our indifferent skies,
Bringing tears in many eyes,
And smiles on many faces.
For his critics, it's all much ado about nothing.
But for his fans,
He brings a new meaning to their lives.
They find their joy and bliss in simple, easily attainable things,
They see what he sees and imagine
What they would look like through his eyes.
Suddenly miracles happen and new doors open up.
Who else but a God can achieve this?
This man is Mayank Austen Soofi,
Our God of Small Things.
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