A world pilfered of movement,
A universe frozen in her sway
All comes to a graceful halt
And He vaunts, “I arrest Time!”
Sands of hour cease
Captured in one blissful motion
Like a ballerina’s adagio.
It pleases his heart.
And He vaunts, “I freeze Beauty!”
He calls it beautiful,
He calls it magnificent,
“Extraordinary” he hollers.
He flaunts his fabulous creation
Judging it, with thoughtless pride.
Curiously stirring: It moved
His mind, body, and soul in unison.
An enchanting entrancement;
A reviving reverie within four neat borders.
One shattering realisation
And his orgulous notions vanish.
And He exclaims,
“I don’t capture,
I don’t freeze,
I neither arrest nor judge.
I am nothing but a mere witness.
*le photographe- The Photographer
**Adagio- In ballet, Adagio refers to slow movement, typically performed with the greatest amount of grace and fluidity than other movements of dance.