Saturday, June 18, 2011

Thanksgiving

For a while
You don't recognize your reflection
off broken glass doors,
you pass everyday
But you stand hands outstretched
in front of the ocean
over which voices fly
talking of your fear,
of drowning ,which make us
one of you..
Then

Photographs from the Andaman & Nicobar islands(the people of which depend on the fishing industry to survive)                                      

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