You find yourself ensnared,
In a lens realm!
Wondering, how it all started,
Making you, overwhelmed!
I know exactly, when it began,
You marry a man,
Thinking, he would be your fan,
Alas, he turns out to be a Camera man!
You know about the focal length,
The aperture and the shutter speed.
I wish, I knew, these were my strength,
During school, when it was a need!
When you carry his tripod around,
Instead of your Prada!
You know, he has you aground.
He has you captured, in the love pod!
Best time, is when we go on long drives!
Just to reach the destination,
For late night photography of the skies!
Ergo, adding more to my frustration.
God, should save you!
When he is on a travel expedition,
He leaves you,
Alone for his Photography mission.
I end up alone,
Just with the structures in the background,
I wish I had his clone,
To be, with me in the foreground.
Have been his subject at times,
An assistant most times,
And his photographer sometimes,
His wife all times.
All is worth when I see,
Him live his fantasy
Thus, rubbing a little on me,
Encouraging, to live in ecstasy!