he came with twinkling dreams
in his eyes to capture a bit of
the Maharashtrian Pie ,, alas
he has been slogging as the
years passed him by with
molten tears in his eyes
once a year the UP govt
remembers him with dance
merriment in his honor at
Saifai ,, why should they
be bothered says this
Muslim migrant with a sigh
he sends money to his wife
children as his cycle selling
bread he plys as his problems
multiply ,,hoping one day that
in Mumbai he will peacefully die
exiled from his hometown his
Azamgarh his only Paradise ..
he will reclaim he bids me
goodbye ,,beneath his feet
his struggling hopes lie
