You see a pretty, village damsel,
unspoiled and untouched,
not the inquisitive child beside;
nor her guilt-ridden conscience.
You see her bosom full of youth,
wrapped in a dotted, pink cloth
yet not her worries or sorrows;
nor her belly, an inch below her bosom.
You see far-stretched, golden fields,
double bent with paddy,
but not how hard they toiled;
nor their sacrifices, no words can tell.
If you keep the camera aside,
with its lenses of magical colours,
you will see the truth
behind her beauty and all.
Posted on Poetry Corner on November 11, 2016. Link:https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/11/man-behind-a-camera/#more-221575