a batata wada pao is what she gets
from the rich the affluent she is forever
in their debt ..she turned away from me
as i read her thoughts when we met
a chapter of her life she tried but could
never forget ,, her story her good days
her bad days like a fish caught in a net
a memory of pain poetic pathos posted
in my nasikh kumbh mela set my only
online exhibition of dead humanity on
the face of the internet is what you get
