his pain with all of you
i want to share ..life
robbed him of light
adding to his despair
his world of darkness
his soul ensnared
he has come to be
blessed by the lord
of the poor the holy
saint of ajmer begging
for alms empty sockets
that stare badly broken
lanterns in need of repair
clutching a fistful of hope
gasping for air..beggars
enter where angels fear
to dare he touched me
asking me if i wanted
some food money he
thought i smelt like a
beggar ,,his sixth sense
was more powerful than
my camera vision i swear
