People Get Upset I Shoot Beggars .. It Gives The Country A Bad Name, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. more than the beggars i shoot it is these sanctimonious strangers that feel ashamed they think perhaps i make money selling beggar pictures they call me names beggar photos in your house will you frame ? i show the essence of misplaced charity my soul inflamed little urchins running after moving cars at traffic signal instead of studying or playing games the Muslims spend so much on goats but nothing for these wretched souls .. what a shame a few coins will not rehabilitate them ..they will remain the same different faces different names seeing their impoverished state of existence struggle a beggar poet i became
it would be a blatant lie limbless i am limbless i will die without embarrassing heaven above with my dry tears .. my beggar eyes your alms in my beggars bowl will suffice your gesture i shall always remember sweet and nice my missing hands are bound to my impoverished destiny like a vicious vice i am a muslim beggar at ajmer the poor mans heavenly paradise
The Residency is actually a group of buildings that were built in 1800 A.D by the then Nawab of Oudh, Nawab Saadat Ali Khan. It was constructed in order to serve as the residence for the British Resident General who was a representative in the court of Nawab. The palace was rather a sleepy residence for decades but then came an incident, which put it on the world map.
The year 1857 will always be mentioned in the chronicles of history because of its dramatic sequence of events. The year saw the Sepoy Mutiny, which is also sometimes referred as 'The First War of Indian Independence'. Lucknow also became one of the seats of that uprising. The Residency became one of the most talked about battlement during the siege of Lucknow. The mutineers laid the siege on The Residency in early June that year. Nearly all the Europeans who resid…
REST IN PEACE, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. away from the vagaries of time destruction disease sleep at ease beneath a corner stone such as these tears on the soul of the great indian mutiny
Once Upon A Time In Lucknow, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. silence shudders tears asunder the soul of serenity at the british residency now memories lash the moment of survival ,, time embarrassed takes a bow ...a lonely planet rapidly he ploughs ,,..trying to please the maker somehow. by the sweat of his brow
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The Limbless Beggar Boy Ajmer, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. he saw me with my camera taking his shots his eyes blood shot i captured his inner pain his struggle somewhat .. limbless beggar boy of ajmer at the same spot unrepentant society morbidity and rot to my poetic curiosity a lesson he taught my mind my thoughts he tied in a knot i dont know whether i got what i shot
The Quintessential Beggars Of Ajmer, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. squirming like a reptilian remorseful despair .. invoking the holy saint garib nawaz of ajmer into the eyes of hope he stares i take a picture with all of you i share we both beggars sartorially uniquely an exotic pair ,,both on the soul of our humanity gasping for air he seeks dignity equality perhaps a wheelchair peanuts for the god seeking money giving millionaire but sadly of his existence our millionaire is not aware he donates generously everywhere because with all his wealth it is the almighty lopsided scales of justice who takes care ,,, we are victims of our cosmic fate can it really be unfair
to Akbar my friend from Amsterdam.. this poem out there . goodness kindness welfare ....