The Bhaiyya Dies A Million Times On The Streets Of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
he ran away
from the northern plains
without ticket took the first
train to victoria terminus
lashing rains .. his sense
of adventure his gamblers
luck only god could explain
living in the slums shanties
of kurla ..working as a
coolie a cart puller ..he
uses his brain..long after
his death on the soul
of this pungent city his
tears remain...mumbai
the city of migrants
the city of pain..holds
you captive in gilded
chains..madness
unexplained .. even
the normal ones
look insane .
