If there was a past life,
I must have been a 'pebble';
that got kicked from pillar to post.
How else, Do I explain my
fascination for photographing
trees and lamp posts?

I love the shades of green,
and the brown twigs in between.
The rays of light,
and the happy beam.

They signal hope amidst despair,
They signal courage in a messy affair.
It is a bridge to be crossed, with memories tossed.
A mark to be made with fabled poise.


Shantanu Jain said…
Simply simple n sweet ma'm...waiting for more....wud love to follow u...:)

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