A Photographer Poem by Prasanna Kumar

Colors of life all around
bustling in the vividness
of its possibilities,
though fades through
to meet its end,
it seems so endless and abound
in the realms of our sensibilities,
I wonder if thats what celestials
intended it to be,
for it to be limited,
to be incomplete,
but it doesn't matter
I intend to complete
which the heavens have left incomplete,
the hues of life
needs to become eternal
and will,
through the lens i see.