He brings me a Photograph <br />Half cut Papaya fruit with its seeds <br />And he wants me to write something underneath <br />For his Photographic Exhibition. <br />I scribbled; <br />'Oh! This undernourished poor Mom! <br />How she bore such myriad infants <br />in her tiny Womb and who knows <br />Whether they become fair Citizen or strange Politicians? <br /> <br />*Humbly to a matured poetess Sri Devi in gratitude!<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-paparazzi-friend-with-his-nikon-camera/
