Harihar Jha


The Camera - Poem by Harihar Jha

My fingers slipping from the glass of beer
drunk and happy, overflowing so soon
she had filled up my heart with joy and love
how cheerful! I was on top of the moon

To now beat the silence of loneliness
I do good as I believe in Karma
I am a writer and film-director
work on dazzling light with camera

My heart full of hurt, the camera knows
her lustful eyes on body of my soul
exploits painful memory of my past
gathers images with awful control

Prostitution or creativity?
Being naked is shameful activity.


Comments about The Camera by Harihar Jha

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (6/29/2014 3:40:00 PM)

    interesting topic.being naked is a shameful activity indeed (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013


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