A Child Drugged To Beg On The Shoulders Of Another Child

Beggars Are Figment Of My Mind ,,,They Dont See Them Because They Are Blind

beggars are created
by muslim society
as hope for mankind
beggars will always be
beggars outside the
grand mosque every
friday begging pleading
you will find give them
a few coins build a house
in heaven be generous
kind ,,beggars thus
defined intertwined
hustle bustle grind
muslim society moved
ahead sadly the beggars
accidentally got left behind

Muslim Beggars ..God Made And Forgot

the untouchables
of his lot ,,held by
a slender thread
to his cosmic plot
the mullah has no
time for them he
too bound to his
spiritual riches is a
worldly big shot as
they beg and rot
outside the mosque
holy shrines you
find them like dots
at every given spot
they have been given
their eternal slot was
it by birth or was it
their fate in a karmic
net accidentally they
got caught ..humbled
by their humanity
muslim beggars i
reflectively shot

Muslim Beggars ..God Made And Forgot

the untouchables
of his lot ,,held by
a slender thread
to his cosmic plot
the mullah has no
time for them he
too bound to his
spiritual riches is a
worldly big shot as
they beg and rot
outside the mosque
holy shrines you
find them like dots
at every given spot
they have been given
their eternal slot was
it by birth or was it
their fate in a karmic
net accidentally they
got caught ..humbled
by their humanity
muslim beggars i
reflectively shot

The Untouchables Of Muslim Society

they talk of charity piety
but instead build mosques
madrsas tall mighty
the poorest of the poor
the untouchables wonder
whether to be or not to be
enslaved by a rotten system
of bondage to hierarchy
yes  muslim beggars are
treated worse than dogs
will never be free ,, so
dont blame them if they
become hindus its all
about hope relief bounty
the greatest god of this
evil world ,, is Lord Money

Mother And Daughter Begging On The Street

searching for food
something to eat
cosmic failure in
 dreamless defeat
dying hopes bitter
n sweet chaotic
compulsions cycle
of misery despair
incomplete the mother
minus the child after 9
years at linking road
posing as a hijra i did
meet i reminded her
i had shot her picture
with her child 9 years
back..both barefeet
at bandra bazar road
a picture that hit me
in the guts but i did
not delete now back
as a memory of a
life of a mother on
the street ..her fate
as a beggar she could
not cheat ..flesh covering
her battered soul as
winding sheet ..


I met the mother recently all heavily made up posing as a hijra begging at the Khar traffic signal, I wanted to ask her what happened to her child .. but there was hardly time for such discourse as I was in the rickshah and the beggar girls surrounding me , they were shocked to see me in tshirt shorts and kept asking me why I had changed my mystics attire ,, and I asking them why they were impersonating hijras .. they sad it was their bad luck but it bought them more than begging as women or girls .