the image on my cosmic
consciousness forced
itself irreversibly froze
so far so near yet so
close the passion
pathos of unflinching
faith in shivas third eye
between the shut eyes
of firoze ,,i shot what
i was destined to shoot
pre destined moments
that only god knows
what goes up down it
goes ..shooting garbage
generously fed by the
BMC to hungry birds
cats dogs rats crows
living at bandra bazar
road on 15 august our
august leader will hoist
the national flag for
papers pose ..product
of a modi wave we
accidentally chose
open gutters , open
drains where our
tears glow ,,so and
so..on the face of
voters the party
has shut its doors
a hand that once
shook the cradle
decimated congress
free bandra in final
deathly repose ,,
