much before she was born
much before circumstances
forced her into a beggar
her hopes died before they
could bloom dogeared
destiny deleted and doomed
motherhood languishing
on the streets a few coins
thrown mundanely at her feet
fruit of the loom ..the untouchable
lowest of the low of muslim
society kept at arms length
i presume ..dreams once lived
now hastily buried entombed
tears on the soul of her
manufacturing womb ..a male
son some more children to beg
woe on the emasculated ego
of her husband .forced to beg
a void a darkness within the vacuum
yes i shoot muslim beggars
to showcase their agony neglect
apathy inhumanity ..a thought
not of concern to paid media
our sanctimonious holier than
than thou the indian press room
