Mother Fucker Get Ready To Work

come on wake up
its time  beg and work
the child in the make
shift cradle gives his
siblings a smirk ,
he will sleep a
little more now
later chew the
leathery dry
nipple of his
mother over
worked
life really
sucks ..he
was born to
beg what
the fuck

a few coins
on the face
of innocence
they will chuck

his parents will
rent him out to
another beggar family
for a few bucks

Dont Worry Baby Will Be Begging With Us Soon

mummy and daddys
new gift to society
much awaited boon
a few drops of cough
mixture benadryl
she will be begging
at the traffic signal
one afternoon
at the moment
she lies in her
cocoon a finger
in her mouth her
birth her familys
fortune ..on the
soul of misery
her gender
her misfortune
being born a
girl in india
is lyrics out
of tune ,,

Who Destroyed This Woman ,,Even Time Wont Tell

drugged beyond redemption
on earth living in hell her pain
sits besides her, her story tells
when a woman falls no comets
are seen in the sky a thought
yells she is barren driftwood
she has nothing to sell once
perhaps for a short moment
she was a rebel now on the
streets of remorse she dwells

I shot 5 frames of this creature , she had lost her womanhood she was an empty shell..sitting on the wayside by an empty wishing well ..

Sabka Saath, Sabka Vikas

progress and development is fine
life is impudently boring death is
divine .lying there on the road he
waits for a sign to the fires of hell
of his own making consigned
even after his death he will
live happily ever after online

The Pied Piper Of Kolkatta ..

I had been to Kolkatta as a young teenager on my way to Darjeeling many years back and this was the second time in  I had come to shoot Moharam Ashura .

I really did not know much about street photography it was my dear friend Late Fred Miller who instilled thoughts about this powerful genre in photography and made me use this tag on my street pictures .. now over 55726 perhaps more as my culture ritual sets are street photography too..

And why I shot this I dont know I just shot pictures impulsively on film.

And now revisiting my old pictures experimenting with them through Aviary I draw a new inference of thought and dimension,,

We are all just prisoners here, of our own device -

our backs bent with huge
horrendous school bags
beaten tortured by badly
outsourced teachers
not fit to be teachers
who will hear our cries
truth brushed away as lies
when will the erstwhile
 minister of education
ever realize on the soul
misplaced learning we
are used as sacrifice
who will free us before
we become stunted hunch
back adults blind system
has no eyes ..our education
a burden in disguise unless
you change the rotten system
change the attitude of those
who call themselves wise
buffoons left to their own
device ,,Save us Jesus
H Christ ..we did not even know
who was Kailash Satyarthi
 till he won the Nobel-prize