The Unclicked Guy Poem by Shekhar Shandilya

How I wonder thee photographer
watching my past in a flash back
in an album of your shots
in which you have captivated that:

I, ascending shoulders of my father
I, reaching to heights of elder brothers
I, grinning with zero teeths and tears
with no fake worldly mask to wear
I, with gangs beside the ganges
upon a hill, in a pond
I, singing a muted song

You carried my existence through ages
with different emotions on different pages
As if no time did ever pass
and then be confined in one flash
For my kith and kin to wonder by
Wonder at the shots of an Unclicked guy