When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, "What will I be?, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me
"Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be"
she is a traffic signal beggar girl of bandra and what dreams they died before she was born
the moment she came out of her mothers fucked womb .. her dreams were gone ,,,begging at bandra station signal sv road ,,, to the sounds of horns ,, the lights at the traffic ,, go off and on.. before she reaches maturity will be married of to an old man outworn.. still remain a beggar now with a burkha bloated tummy baby unborn..
