My Photographs Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

The avalanches in my memory
Appear in flashes;
The events from past to the present
Roll down in slides
As they get mixed up.

I am the photographer
Connecting through out,
Over the time series
Across places and people.

Countless frames
Stacked one above the other:
I can access them randomly
In no time!

I wonder!
What materials these frames consist of?
Where are they stored?
Whether any one possesses their copies
And if they would be preserved
By any one,
Beyond me!