a beggar she was
destined to be
robbed of her
right to education
her fundamental
right to smile
to play enslaved
held in captivity
will she ever be free
no -early matrimony
to an old man or
a drunkard
a few kids divorced
on the road she will be
like her mother
her cosmic pain
her ancestry
a few coins
they call it charity
being a poor
deprived muslim
is carrying the
crucifix from
birth to eternity
her haunting image
as words to my poetry
her silence the soul
of my street photography
