I shoot flowers of the human kind
battered bruised trampled on the
streets of misery despair searching
for hope marginalized mankind
some leprous crippled some blind
their story of pain through my pictures
unwind no fragrance no aroma blood
sweat tears pus oozing from wounds
in a world insensitive unkind ,
what is lacking in this world is compassion
beggars outside gods house ...you will find
a few coins on their outstretched dirty hands
a moment divine ..i will never shoot flowers
that mock the ugly lives of beggars ..yet
in a temple its flowers enshrined ..
flowers and beggars two parallel lines
cosmically unaligned ,,,that a insensitive god
on a bad day erratically designed with the power
of his master mind ..
