i am a photographer
self taught fuck F stops
from the ocean of memories
feelings i bought .the poor
mans dreams his cosmic
plot .. the man within the soul
of his surroundings in humility
i shot monks malangs beggars
that rot ,,reality hardcore on
sanctity a blot ..it was this the
fear in his eyes i sought as he
awaited death to reach out to
his destiny tied up in knots
i could only shoot what god
wanted me to shoot he chose
the time he chose the moment
the ideal spot ,,whispering in
my ears when you become a
big man see that you forget
them not ,,barefeet kissing
mother earth humid and hot
