Saturday, September 8, 2012

Umbrella Lady of Bandra Reclamation Has Seen More Rains Than You Have Seen Summers In Your Life



beneath a torn
broken down
tattered
shattered
battered
umbrella
she sits
lost
forlorn
sad
morose
in a
gravel pit
around
her cigarette
'stubs
people eat
pan spit
when cars
rush across
with dirt
muck shit
she gets hit
silent patient
she does not
curse complain
a bit ..i have
never seen her
stand up
her cosmic
fate her saving
kit shadows
slithering
elusively
by a spectral
light she is lit
my pain pathos
poetry entwined
to her dharma
karma closely knit

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