shot
from the
inner
reservoir
of his
subconsciousness
by a beggar poet
blogger firoze
cropped hair
long nose
barefeet
bleeding toes
to be human
above all
factional
sectarian
religiosity
his poets
heart chose
shooting
naga babas
beggars
misery pain
worldly woes
as it grows
overflows
an image
he froze
forgiveness
of friends
whom he
owes
his bad
days
not yet
over a chapter
before his death
he wants to close
his writing flesh
his spirit in repose
