Trick or misTreat

We make poverty smile

And save it to camera roll

And put it up on notice boards titled ‘photography’

When all we’ve captured

Is warped:

A travesty

Of truth

And reality,

Smoothened out

Like flat tyres

Through prickling lenses;

Layers of destitution

Pressed to the ground

By misleading aestheticism.


Those tobacco stained teeth

And tie dyed turbans,

Borders embroidered in cracks of faint light,

The creases flanking crooked smiles

And crescent eyes,

The ringlet- bearing noses

And callused palms:

But trinkets

Embossed in erroneous expression

And confused art.


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