to be poetically precise
ignorance is bliss possibly
wise my tantrik kundalini
held me in a vice after every
step that i tripped i tried to rise
nasik kumbh 2015 ..through
a beggar poets eyes ..on the
shores of hope and hindutva
the boat of my destiny capsized
om namo narayan hands outstretched
at ramkundh the beggars cry,, a batata
wada pao..is what he gets from rich hands
karma dharma at a price ,, was god with á leprous
face watching his followers in human disguise
