I Dont Think You Need A Razor Like Vision To Shoot Barbers ,

ththis is the poetry
of the flesh
seduced by
the razor i saw
trembling skin
the pinch of the
barber as the
razor touches
withdraws
a foamy moment
getting rid of
flaws ,,humble
man the bowed
head stiffening
of his jaws
holistically
healing
a poetic
pause
my tribute
to the selfless
north indian
bhaiyya barber
a migrant held
in fates claws
mayawati madam
built statues
parks but forgot
to create jobs
was the begiinning
end of her loss
father and son
a cosmic cycle
heartless gross
amit shah the new
hope of uttar pradesh
the satrap new boss
the barber bambaiyya
living his dreams
candy floss

carrying his burden
another mans cross