Once I saw a man,
He was holding a camera in his hands,
Snapping away at everything that crossed his path,
When our eyes met,
He stared at my small frame,
Wide eyed he raised his frames,
I pulled mama’s dress and asked,
“Mama, who is that man”
“A Tourist ,” She said.
“They come to our country to see wild animals”,
“What happened to their animals, ” I asked.
“Dont stare, sit properly and smile”, She said
But I continued to stare,
Wondering why was he taking pictures of me,
When he didn’t even know my name.