Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The Beggars of Ajmer



a handcart
of despair
tearing
open
the
curtains
of my cosmic
consciousness
into my eyes
he stared
threadbare
he asked
me you shoot
my picture
you will sell
it somewhere
but how could
i tell him that
he was wrong
in his assumption
of my humanity
it was so frickin
unfair ..his
pain as the
poetry of his
legless life
with all of you
i share ,,
like him
i too am
held ensnared
in the swirling
waters of my
remorse
gasping for
air..i gave
him money
that i could
spare ..
i searched
for him this
year i could
not find him
anywhere
disappeared
lost a deleted
face of beggary
another missing
warrior of life
unfinished
prayer ...

a beggar
is a beggar
always a
beggar
i swear

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