Get The Fuck Off Dont Beg Here

says the man the owner of a shop
he is angry he says he will call the cops
the little child forced to beg by his parents
has to beg or he will be walloped ..on the
steps at mount mary on the top..surely
this is not a photo op ,, i shoot beggars
to promote their humanity beyond
caste color creed every year a new
crop ..clean india swach bharat
a nice thought  but beggary
with its deep entrenched roots
branches how does one stop

charity demands beggars
money the main prop ..

Swach Bharat Is A Distant Dream

to me as a sixty year
old fumbling man it seems
goondas in the parliament
political dons  corrupt cops
that connive scheme
can the pristine soul of
mother India be redeemed
battered beaten blue by
murderers criminals rapists
acid throwers molesters
wife beaters swach bharat
is  it just a political theme
cleaning the garbage dirt in
a mans soul should not
loose steam.. bringing the
hapless poor downtrodden
marginalized minorities
into the mainstream..

every Indian should take pledge
work solemnly on a single goal
as  a team not just daydream

Woman a Beast of Burden

Woman
a beast of burden on the move
on her head her childhood ,
adulthood motherhood
a womanhood
only pain as a
counter-move
her credentials
her deafening doom
her upcoming life
wont improve
a cattle a chattel
a commodity
a currency
her sexuality
that she has to prove
her house
a blown away roof
her eyes
storing tears
that are waterproof
her soul burnt at the stake
not fireproof

Our God Deserted Us The Day We Were Born..

the day we stepped
out from our mothers
battered womb he
was gone ,,leaving
us helpless to beg
on the streets
mortgaged to
the moneylender
we were pawned
signed sealed
without bond
dying fishes
in a loveless
pond ,,

Mother Fucker Get Ready To Work

come on wake up
its time  beg and work
the child in the make
shift cradle gives his
siblings a smirk ,
he will sleep a
little more now
later chew the
leathery dry
nipple of his
mother over
worked
life really
sucks ..he
was born to
beg what
the fuck

a few coins
on the face
of innocence
they will chuck

his parents will
rent him out to
another beggar family
for a few bucks

Dont Worry Baby Will Be Begging With Us Soon

mummy and daddys
new gift to society
much awaited boon
a few drops of cough
mixture benadryl
she will be begging
at the traffic signal
one afternoon
at the moment
she lies in her
cocoon a finger
in her mouth her
birth her familys
fortune ..on the
soul of misery
her gender
her misfortune
being born a
girl in india
is lyrics out
of tune ,,

Who Destroyed This Woman ,,Even Time Wont Tell

drugged beyond redemption
on earth living in hell her pain
sits besides her, her story tells
when a woman falls no comets
are seen in the sky a thought
yells she is barren driftwood
she has nothing to sell once
perhaps for a short moment
she was a rebel now on the
streets of remorse she dwells

I shot 5 frames of this creature , she had lost her womanhood she was an empty shell..sitting on the wayside by an empty wishing well ..