THE VEIN

He sat there

Oblivious

Probably thinking,

or so I thought

Of the next heavy load to hurdle

A thing he carried in the past

Will carry again in the next unfading hours

Today he is here

Tomorrow again

Will there be change?

Will there ever be hope?

I wonder as I pressed the shutter

Ashamed of my presence

Forlorn that I could not as much as fathom

Why hunger embraces

The less fortunate of my brethren

In a country left in ruins

Simple dreams, simple happiness

Why must it be too fleeting?

Why have you left? The country needs you.

Here, right now, not tomorrow when the veins of our fellowmen could have already bled too much in sorrow….

Shot on Oct. 2012

Using Canon EOS 1000D