On The Death Of A Mad Dog Bitten Beggar Poet of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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If I got married and had a husband who cheated on me I would chop him into tiny pieces and feed him to stray dogs ..these were her words in subtlety of anger I heard word to word this she said to a parrot in the cage full of lovebirds ,a beggar poet a midnight cybernetic nerd..who with love poems her soul had failed to stir ..her last exclamatory poetic pause ap chup karen sir...when a part of me lusted for her... a poet going from bad to verse...haleem made from his chopped heart liver spleen a culinary curse..to make matters worse.,,unquenchable thirst was it words or his poetry what came first...filled with air nitrogen the balloon of romance that burst..roles reversed...ashes to ashes durst to dust ..along with his poems whatever remained unburnt in the Ganges she immersed..a reader of his works more than his poetry she was well versed ..his muse this princess ice maiden a monsoonal shower on the mound of his despair a cloudburst ...nano hours with his spirit she conversed..pillow lips seductive sweet pouted pursed two souls in collision pushed into each others arms as they traversed comically an emotion unrehearsed..
