Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Beggar Poets ..Enter Where Photojournalists Fear To Tread

they shoot
with their
shining
high end cameras
they shoot with
eyes made of lead
but we beggars
shoot with our heart
with shivas eye
embedded
in the forehead
cosmically
capturing
beauty
ugliness
whatever ahead
barefeet on burning
embers as we tread
humility is the essence
of our photography
blood flowing
from the open
cranium
juicy red
its not the camera
inner passion
you have wed
so says the
wife when
sometimes
we pillow talk
on the bed

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