at bandra reclamation
under a tattered umbrella
she made her home .
from the rains sun the
umbrella served as a
dome .she lived here
without ever standing
up dwarfish like a gnome
when she died the municipality
lifted her carcass skin n bones
as her mouth starving foamed
she never begged like a beggar
the streets she never roamed
she groomed herself bathing
with a bucket of water her
hair she combed .. my grand daughters
marziya and nerjis gave her their pocket
money ..humility is what she taught them
Jai Shree Ram Om Shanti Om..
