Though history’s a mystery
And a much hated chemistry….
You make it look adorable
And exciting, like a famous fable….
Yes, I’m talking about u, dear photographer
Fixing and Cropping the err in error….
With candids, you make the hum recite the rhyme
That every rhythm adores….
With portraits, you knob the time
That heals the irreparable scars and sores….
Even in the carbon black scenario
You play the lead in evolving the ashes into diamonds….
And with some blemish and blurr funds
You script a beautiful port folio….
Whatever may be the atmosphere
Whichever may be the sphere….
Even when being left out
While capturing the world’s shout out….
You have always chosen to hide your sneer
To get Going with smile and dear….
To brush away the boredom and tumors
By framing the misaligned angles with contrast and colours….
Maybe there’s your infinitesimal piece
Where you find your eternal peace….
To live for the rest
And help them live their life till the fullest….
love it!
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Thank you so much π
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you’re welcome!
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ThIs One will be My personal Favourite forever nd Special too
buddy great!!! ππ
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The photographer in you inspired me…. ππ…. Thank you bro π
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Wow! You write really well.
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Such a positive remark means lot to me…. Thank you ππ….
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