Wednesday, August 21, 2013

I document humanity ,, I shoot what others dont like to shoot


i shoot beggars
gods over ripe
fruit , fallen from an
overladen tree
of sorrow ..
they cross
my route
destitute
mangled
misery
waters of
society
they pollute
shabby disheveled
ill repute
but strangely to
gods glory
they contribute
some shout cry
out some were
born blind mute
crippled deformed
covered with soot
they are the essence
of my humility my
genre poetic pursuit
my pictures my pathos
my passion my pain
a beggar poets only tribute
barefoot ...tree without roots

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