every friday
with her child
at bandra bazar
road she sits
her pain of
motherhood
her life down
in the pits
her path
cobbled
devoid of
a destination
to her fate
she submits
a few coins
will not
rehabilitate
her to those
sanctimonious
dimwits a skull
cap on the head
on the soul of
humanity they
mockingly spit
male dominated
laid back in their
stainless white
outfits ..only
gender based
fatwas as writ
