Twice I had kept aside a thirty grand
Saving rupee by rupee, clutched in my hand
I longed to wear that Nikon strap around neck
Have a SLR that shoots, even a dusty speck
The first time spent it on a jolly trip
A vacation with mom, the camera I could skip
Little burnt, little sad, I waited for a month more
But the cherished times, healed my sore
The second time I enquired, joyful and glee
I had enough cash to be paid as fee
Then a sudden call came from a kin
A worry I could solve with the cash in my tin
Now, the third time, I have planned -all it takes,
On January 12th, an SLR would click my birthday cakes
Now, suddenly an opportunity has come for a tour
I might have a reason to travel to Singapore
Can I manage both, I was questioning myself?
Little math and a negative answer presented itself
Now I sit and wonder how ironic -this position
A place where I can click, or, a camera in possession?
Why do you need an SLR, had questioned a friend?
Do you wish to be a photographer, follow the trend?
Oh what the hell, I photograph well even today
Would a point and shoot, make the image –ugly and grey?
So, I find my misery of months suddenly futile,
A desire I held dear, Oh so juvenile
I would rather travel, see the world with a naked eye
Capture it in memory, the beauty of the sky!
P.S: True Story :)