Friday, January 24, 2014

I Was Born A Beggar Poet



scribbling
my thoughts
on the net
on hold
i had kept
moments
i try not
to forget
the contorted
beggar with
root like legs
who begs
educating
his children
trying to
clear of
his debts
blessings
he gives
coins
he gets
we meet
once a year
we both
need this
outlet
to release
our angst
the call
of the
minaret
our dreams
caught
in a
fishermans
net ..

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