Happy Motherless Day

Happy Motherless Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

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our mother
with another man ran away
we remember her today
on mothers day
in a shanty
with our grand parents we stay
our father on earth a boozard
some say
we miss our mother
hope she returns to us
one day
we earnestly
as beggars pray
our sorrow shot by
an uncle from USA
a charpoy
woven woes
no toys to play

A Poor Mother's Day

A Poor Mother's Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Mothers day
each year comes reminding a mother
her 9 months struggle her pain
her sacrifice than goes away

poor mothers day everyday
as on the streets she begs away
drumming her way through life
a living tax to society
she has to pay
a future bleak voteless identity
nameless Indian by the way
two legged human stray
my pedestrian poetry of pain
on this day might sound cliche
heat and humidity
bare burning feet
stomachs to feed
in sweltering May
decadence despondency
disappointment
dread and decay
on your 30"computer
screen silently
on display

To Dr Glenn Losack MD

Eunuch Mother's Day

Eunuch Mother's Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

surrogate motherhood
painful memories
some bad
some ugly
some good
a eunuch mother
babita
of a eunuch child
mona
a fractured childhood
given away to the eunuchs
the same night she was born
because
a eunuch in society is a curse
a thought misunderstood
yet bought up with
abundance of love
a destiny's child
a destiny no good
the hijras lucky mascot
dancing her way
towards life
towards diaphanous
womanhood
doing what she should
touch on wood
a tear drop of despair
unflinchingly
unfailingly
as mothers day
on paper
eunuch motherhood
withstood

Going From Bad To Verse

Going From Bad To Verse, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

living in a world of prose (firoze)
going from bad to verse
a head full of words
afflicted like swine flu
of poems
I curse
sold myself cheaply on the internet
someone pick pocketed
my pictorial purse
a broken heart a broken soul
a rhetoric of pain of a pedestrian poet
with a pinch of passion
I nurse
fail falter feign
a worse fate
in the face of ignominy
I need not rehearse
pain they rob with petulance
dehydrated dreams of a dead body
in a rickety hearse
grave diggers hopelessly
waiting at an empty grave
your dispirited soul
with earth and gravel
to reimburse

Marziyas New Tricycle

Marziyas New Tricycle, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

documenting her
childhood
in humility
I have tried
exposed to my camera
inherited pride
my pictorial muse besides
a new tricycle
on the street of serenity
that she rides
through images
from one moment
to another moment
into human hearts
she slides

The Pain and Passion of a Shia Pandit

The Pain and Passion of a Shia Pandit, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

enjoying
the spiritual colors
of humanity
as gods gift
he a hindu
me a muslim
different ideology
we have no rift
on the karmic consciousness
of peace
we drift
saffronized serenity
hope and hindutva
bit by bit
synchronized solace
on sands that shift
the pain and passion
embedded as hussainiyat
of a shia pandit
as Indians
on a nations plurality
as brothers co exist
we bleed the same pain
the same sorrow
if you cut our wrists
yes we are both born
from a single grain
as humanists

I want to go to
Hindustan
said the Holy Imam
a land
where Hospitality
Hope and Harmony
exists
In the Land of the Crescent
Muslims killing Muslims
a sad thought hits
sectarian hate
sectarian strife
puritanical poison
on evil heart sits
dogmatic silence
a spiritual thought twists

The Leper Mother's Day

The Leper Mother's Day, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

a daughter and a son
part of her spiritual pilgrimage
her soul in a decaying fetid cage
eyes as sockets on the surface
she begs with dignity
boran road hill road
in bandra
the queen of the suburbs
her worldly stage
a leper mothers day
on a tattered page
battered hopes
shattered dreams
scattered sorrow
unhealing wounds
unfeeling wounds
time wont assuage
gods will be done
in all humility
no personal hurt
no inner conflict or rage
a tear drop of shame
on my Flickr page

dedicated to all mothers
of all caste color creed and make
those sleeping those awake
some cosmetic some fake
some nursing a heart break
motherhood
metaphoric memories for gods sake

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