he was
cleaning
the leftovers
from every ones
plates ..man
is humble
hunger is great
an empty stomach
greedily ate .
man chained
to his shortcomings
his accidental fate
neither in nor out
clinging to the awning
of her gate ...like a
paper boat floating
on the muddy waters
of her consciousness
he endlessly waits
the woman he loves
the woman he hates
to my friend meld ..via pictures his pain he narrates
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One