The beggar waited for the namaz
to get over he would get some alms
as he watched each one of them
in a brand new dress well pressed
he was a mess a drug addict
an expensive habit no home
no address gardalu they called him
meaning junkie poorly dressed
he was a victim of bad karma life
going downhill in distress ..he could
hardly stand sores on his feet pus
filled gangrenous ..the cops around
busy safeguarding the namazis
while he watched the photographers
from the press shooting away the
spiritual calisthenics of oneness
