carrying her child in her arms
from her distant suburban home
she sets out to Bandra to beg
the name of Allah her lucky charm
the day is awfully humid warm
her hungry child as flies swarm
her hidden face her turbulence
her woeful existence offers no balm
her line of fate blurred on her palm
she sits wait helplessly cool and calm
welcome to my world of beggars
veiled denizens of an animal farm
These are Muslim beggars caught in a cosmic swamp ..by time battered stomped
