Thursday, May 23, 2013

someone thinking i was a fakir bought my breakfast gave me rs 500



he bought
my breakfast
an omelette
paratha
hot and warm
gave me rs 500
placing it in my
palm ..a beggar
poet i took his alms
he said bawa please
pray for me my beloved
tears in his eyes
moist and calm
but hearing
the ringtone
on my black berry
he sped away
ashamed alarmed
i held his money
gave it to another
beggar asking him
to pray for lovers
star spangled
braving storms
he looked
towards
khwajahs dome
offered salaams
it is hope humanity
that is islam
your turn too
will come
just be calm

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