i smiled
politely
i told him
i am not
a media
photographer
or the owner
of a studio
i told him
i do make
money but
not through
selling photos
i stitch clothes
of a few villains
of bollywood
my heroes
i steal souls
of people
i shoot relive
them as sounds
echoes ..shadow
play ..i compose
hypocrisy of rich
politicians of
their misplaced
magnanimity
i expose .
he sat listening
to me attentively
asking me to
bless him when
i rose ..
a beggar poet
a poet beggar
a moment up
close ..frozen
time and woes
living life as a beggar
is dying doubly deathly
throes..of course ...
dam madar beda par
the path of a malang
i chose ..
