It is remote control that I do.
sitting hundred kilometers away
I am building a house.
It is through seeing pictures
as if in a slideshow, portions
blink grim in the screen,
I receive so many pictures
in the course of the day sent
by my supervisor.
I will be wrong if I blame him
as he has no knowledge of construction
nor he is an expert in photography.
The pixels in his mobile camera
is minimum as such the sharpness
is not remarkable.
He captures twelve in a row
of the same object, caught in different
angles. I make him do again and again.
I examine them, my critical eye
at its best, mark the areas which
are to be redone. Back they reach him.
It is tedious at times, as I am staying
at home to be safe, to make the workers
understand the rectification.
I am taxing the supervisor and the workforce
to the maximum. Fear they would one day
run off from my clutches.
Finishing lines need the finest touches
I am missing out on them, most