Of Photographers Poem by Raniyal Niyada

Around me flies a buzz of people,
with a cam in handand a vision in head!
twisting and turning
for the perfect shot they are...
to capture the rain drop
driping down the leaf
or of the hunger in th face of a kid
not more than 5!
they are a bunch of realistics
that sees through the lens
and frames there the same...
angles and lights that matters alot
so does the lens that sees them all!
they do capture the glory of the sun
and so does the fury of the sea.
they hail from different parts of the world
speaking different languages
but their pictures speaks the same
the language of color and shapes!
to protray the riches and poor
the monarch and the troddens
before them,
they all are the same.
stills that speaks not in voices
but in the way they are.
aye, around me buzzes many of them
putting out them through their stills
I smile at them and think
the world would be a dull place without them...