Orpharazzi

Holding a placard in his hands,

Depicting 'Where is my family?',

Waiting for years to be espied,

An orphan to be classified.

Skyscrapers and bungalows across, Bigwigs with their footing and gloss,

Eluded the paparazzi, no clicking please!!

And they went on behind them for a glimpse.

"O dear! pa..pa...paparazzi!!

Come to me and click me.

Don't waste your time."

Pleaded ...The Orphan.

Paparazzi seldom are indulgent-

To know the bourgeois and indigent.

Under their ken,they follow the fame,

Lights and ramps are their only aim.

What if so called showbiz,

Paparazzi or any other crazy,

Cared about this frenzy,

To give the 'Orpharazzi'.