This amazing capture by Slogan Murugan, also known as M.S. Gopal, actually leaves you wordless. As he says ,"I have a camera. A few words. And I tell stories..." ....
Then you recover, look closely to ascertain what the liitle boy must be thinking, remember your childhood, and sometimes, a poem happens.
Have a look at more of his wonderful works at
- http://
www.msgopal.com - http://
www.mumbaipaused.com - http://
www.behance.net/ gopal/frame - http://
mainsandcrosses.blogs pot.com
(photo by Slogan Murugan)
Wide eyes,
Vibhutied forehead,
Blessed,
clutching a
checked bag and water bottle,
he tugs at his
uniform pants
and steps out,
holding on
to a
maternal proud hand,
shooing away the dog,
all agog about it.
Some moons later,
he listens ,
wide-eyed
but preoccupied
with thoughts of
marbles in the recess,
and someone's birthday chocolates,
as his ma hands him
the forgotten
slate pencils with a point
and a tiffin.
The Sun,
watching it all,
smiles extra wide
from the other side,
wishing
he too
had a grandpa
to pat him,
and send him on his way,
daily
across the world
everyday......
Vibhutied forehead,
Blessed,
clutching a
checked bag and water bottle,
he tugs at his
uniform pants
and steps out,
holding on
to a
maternal proud hand,
shooing away the dog,
all agog about it.
Some moons later,
he listens ,
wide-eyed
but preoccupied
with thoughts of
marbles in the recess,
and someone's birthday chocolates,
as his ma hands him
the forgotten
slate pencils with a point
and a tiffin.
The Sun,
watching it all,
smiles extra wide
from the other side,
wishing
he too
had a grandpa
to pat him,
and send him on his way,
daily
across the world
everyday......
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful!
Thank you for the amazing photograph. It is its own poem. ....
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