The Photographer Poem by Avik DattaGupta

When misery becomes your muse!
You have your camera put to use
And shoor for viral views,
With so many spectators to amuse!

They all want to see some show,
What's the interest? None would know!
As you click, the pictures flow,
As humanity stoops to a newer low!

You capture glamour and glitter!
Forgotten sooner or later!
As you become a silent orator,
Another robotic narrator.

It was better to shoot a gun!
Than a cameracapturing to stun,
There was so much that could have been done
Dear Photographer Number One!

You make us see, how people die!
How Accidents happen and how people cry!
As we watch, some always wonder why?
Couldn't you give some help a try?

Someone we believe, seems to see that way
Simply watching mute photosof each everyday
Our soul's auditor checking our deeds array
A trillion pictures to glance and throw away!

As glamour cries and valours die!
Vapours condense from a dripping eye,
As we hope you would one day try!
To see for yourself, rather than your clicking glass eye!

-Avik Datta Gupta