Sunday, May 13, 2012

Beggar Poet I Meet My Death Without a Tear In My Eye



the time
has come
for me to go
soon i will
die my blood
will flow
like a river
on the
sidewalk
it will dry
i came
in peace
my pieces
they will
fry to
appease
the soul
of man
to plead his
cause i
will meet
his maker
in the sky
to save him
his heritage
i will cry
fall at
the feet
of the goddess
i will try
oh beggar
poet i see
your pain
i too can
see you die
barefeet
blogger
held in
captivity
within a frame
memories
of mumbai

i could not write a poem if i did not shoot it.. on the sly

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