motherhood misplaced
looking at the future in the
face muslim beggar mother
is afraid will her daughter too
have to beg as she begs now
chills her spine such depressing
thoughts her mind invades
people rushing to the mosque
hurriedly throw a few coins
god cannot be made to wait
sanctimonious muslim society
has no time for her welfare
her problems they say are
her destiny self made
between her world their
world a torturous barricade
justice delayed ..a minority
within a minority muslim
beggars work hard underpaid
try as hard as you can
to remove them from you
holier than thou consciousness
they wont fade ..god is great
when you fail them he comes
out of the blues to their aid
for bakra eid you slaughter goats
camels worth lacs of rupees but
for the beggars ,,,a few coins
a message waylaid..
