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The Gutter Of Life

The Gutter Of Life, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
sitting
on the banks
of a gutter
she waits
she was
born into
a life she
hates .
the muslim
beggar girl
in dire straits
crooked shadows
falter appear straight
the muezzins call
cant be late ..as
they rush towards
the mosque gates
throwing a few coins
post haste ...a single
life what a waste ..
bitter sweet taste
charity misplaced
human dignity
on the soul of
godliness defaced

Mera Desh Mahan

Mera Desh Mahan, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

hath main
tiranga
hamari
garibi
muflisi
ki pehchan
har neta ne
kholi hai
apni dukan
bechte hain
khab roti
kapda aur
makan
lete hain
vote dur
karten hain
apni thakan
hawa dedi
free main yeh
hai unka bada
ehsaan ..bakshi
hamri jan ..jai
bharat jai neta
jai hindustan

allah meherban
to gadha pahelwan

Bad, bad panda!

Bad, bad panda!, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Bad, bad panda!
Love Her Attitude Her Candor

via flickr
my poetry
i pander

satirizing
the soul of
soliloquy
i dont
insult
humiliate
or slander

Rahul Ho Ya Modi Hamare Khabon Main Lagi Phapundi

A Childs Healing Touch On The Soul Of A Muslim Beggar

A Childs Healing Touch On The Soul Of A Muslim Beggar, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
these few coins
are all yours ..
said nerjis to
the muslim beggar
of bandra bazar
on her way to
school happy hours
learning humanity
not found in her
play school text book
so far..touch heal
god removes all
pain all scars ..
through the
blessings of a child
in his true image
by far ..in gods
garden children
are his flowers

Brother Photographer What Did You See That Made You Shoot Me

Brother Photographer What Did You See That Made You Shoot Me, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
i did not
answer her
obviously
it was her
daughter
waiting
in the wings
to take her place
is what struck me
tired anxious weary
to supplement her
mothers earnings
hurriedly ..only
the veil was missing
too early ,, i shoot
beggars beggars
shoot me ,,,is this
my beggarly destiny
cosmically tragically
held captive to my
camera ...holistically
enslaved yet not free