standing round
the lucky hotel corner
mother and child here
mother and child there
god is this fair ,, why
as followers of your
faith as untouchables
reduced to beggars
our fate ensnared
the older child his
pain with my camera
shares i read his
body language
his inner angst
piercing my soul
into my eyes he
stares ,,he accuses
me as Muslim to a
Muslim he curses
he swears , why this
divide one born
with poetic dreams
other hand to mouth
nightmares ,,he glares
while his mother hijab
clad tells him to be
patient to bear .. things
will get better beta
acche din ayenge
mujhe yakin hai
allah khair ...sabr kar
thoda thair ,, pani
samajh kar pee le
yeh zindagi ka zehr
As a photographer as a poet i shot several frames i was barefeet looked like a fakir on Idd day .. in Bandra near the Lucky Signal..i spotted them...their broken karmic wheel of pain i could not repair ..neither here nor there .. much as i wanted to tweak this as a BW ..i let the magic remain..in its original form and flair ,,,we should surely not be judged by
the clothes we wear..
