Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The World Would Be Empty Without Beggars ..

This world is not my home I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
fred miller

dedicated to my dear friend fred
we are connected by internet wires
through the head ..a pune lad
who migrated to the big apple
way ahead ..a blog a glass of wine
a loaf of bread ..an imaginary
concoction of a beggar poet
who shoots beggars urchins
homeless the living dead
mumbai purgatory hell heaven
the survivors homestead .
hussain is humanity
with a blade embedded
on his bleeding head

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