is all that i know
beggars stalk me
follow me wherever
i go ..much as i try
to avoid them
like coal embers
on my soul they
glow coaxing me
pleading their
world to the
rest of the world
i must cosmically
show ..blind beggars
cripple , lepers , dwarfs
on the screen of my
conscience as they
flow .. beggars lost tribe
of a rich mans god that
god happiness to them
wont bestow .the god
of today needs huge
garlands of money
gold silver diamond
studded shawls swanky
cars ..as the man who gives
them all this knows that
his money will hundred times
grow ..while the poor beggar
who takes gods name a million
times is mercifully left to his woes
beggar poet feels the pain of the beggars ,, up close
it was not his passion for photography that gods camera
he chose .. a teardrop of the beggar as a poem he froze
