The smile of the child in her tears, the smile of the last goodbye amidst the sorrow of parting,
He adjusted the focus right and got the curve copied clear
Decoding the beauty obscured by the common stigma,
Looking beyond the fictitious charm, spotting the lost enigma
His was the ability to find the joy of victory in the trembles of fear.
While all hurdled to spot the shooting star, he stood apart to bring out a story of the hiding moon,
While all cupped their hand on their foreheads to see sunset
He waited indifferently till the dusk and hues of the day met.
While all stopped to see the peacock flaunt its glory,
He stopped to shoot the little creature in the mud, working in its self-made winery.
With his only instrument that could in silence record volumes
He mastered its use to chase those moments which could make eternal memories
And trained himself to imprison the mystery of the galaxies.
And then on, his eyes captured the sights that emotions could not spell
His eyes captured the emotions that words would shy to tell.
His eyes captured the lost rebel that before the uprising was made to quell.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Clarissa is a 2nd year student in NMIMS School of Law, Mumbai.
We are really thankful to her for submitting such a nice piece of poetry on our website.