city of beggars
a trade they ply
they would rather
be beggars be
their own boss
than work for a
boss who would
kick their ass
make them cry
he has a mobile
phone he lives
his own life so
as a free man
he would love
to die when the
time comes to
go he tells me
he will skip
humping the
vestal virgin
sweet and nice
instead he will
build a home
in paradise
he has dreams
he has aspirations
crippled but he
is wisdom wise
he has come
from murshidabad
to beg on the
streets of bandra
its begging he
tells me with a
wink during all
elections that
politicians
have politicized
begging blatantly
for votes ..after
the win the voter
they refuse to
recognize .
politics is about
wolf in lambs
skin incorrigibly
telling lies
continuing
with his street
rant he says
its politicians
more than
beggars you
should despise
every budget
an added price
rise corruption
scams its our
rogue politicians
in a saints disguise
from rags to riches
from a jhopda to
a mansion his
thirst does not
suffice a bank
a hospital a
hotel a school
a college the press
he is the owner
trustee guardian
dont get misled
by his white lies
law order governance
down the hill ..every
protest he defies
democracy is being
led by a cat who
will eventually
when hungry
eat all the mice
tapping me on my back as i was shooting his picture ..
i know he said this conversation you will poeticize
i looked at this mystic beggar totally demystified
