Mandavi's Turf

Me helluva imbecile like,               

Brown bone, dust to dust.

Soon to be saint,

Dead as death itself.

Drowned in decibles,

Dust in the eyes,

Big salesman makes big sale.

O catastrophe!

Too big boy to open his mouth –

Him taciturn of all things!

Him ‘silent observer’.

What new videographic’s in store

In rundown studio yon up?

Felt Mandavi’s beak?

Read Mandavi’s billet doux?

Will you unmask my mask?

Look me up me down

Or stare austere hard in the eye-

In effect make insane.

But Mandavi’s turf beckons

And I go!

                                                       -Uday Hajra

                                          Freelance photographer and writer