Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The Bawa From Mumbai

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in life
we meet a lot
of people
we dont know
like the showers
of monsoonal mirth
they come
they go
away from
our hearts
ours souls
like a rushing river
into a great
ocean
of nothingness
they flow
whats his name
well i did not ask
him i was slow
i did not even wish
him hello
once a picture
he now becomes
a poem
a part
of my pictorial
talk show
the bawa from mumbai
shot by another bawa of mumbai
time has laid low a tailor made
tragedy fate wove he sews

inspired by a facebook comment

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