My Nikon

Like my innate need for eating Walking, sleeping, and waking Photography seemed inborn in me. My heart and mind could make it free. Clicking photographs of black and white With a Click-III, a camera, very light. I found Isoly II cheap and best. I used it for a long , with ardent zest. Kodak, Polaroid, and Pentax Had adorned my photo tracks. Nikon came to be, ultimately Harmonized with me intimately I clicked my masterpieces manually. I got linked to each piece sentimentally. It’s then that I happened to lose it. Together with the entire photographic kit A train journey had become my nightmare. This heavy loss of mine I couldn't bear Though the price of it indeed mattered much My emotional attachment to it was beyond touch. I searched for it in every compartment. I complained about the matter to the rail department. Every assurance and trial failed. Like a phantom, in my dreams, my Nikon sailed. This moment was like an existential emptiness. Each day dawned with inner heaviness. Friends and relatives consoled me, indeed. With my duties, I couldn't proceed. Each leaf, flower, fruit, and twig of a plant Each butterfly, dragonfly, and tiny ant Brought the memory of my precious Nikon Which had almost become my life's icon Mad-like near meadows I stood and stared. At my despaired state of being, all were scared. I should move on. They unanimously said With new hopes in my heart, I should go ahead. Another Nikon of the digital kind they procured I was better yet, though not fully cured. I click the finest pictures with it even now. I am unable to forget the other yet, anyhow.