Monday, July 8, 2013

The Muslim Beggar Child .. Mama Hear Me

The Muslim Beggar Child .. She Has Been Begging As A Toddler


mama
hear me
there is
something
grand fatherly
about this man
who is shooting me
i can see two little
girls in his eyes
twinkling rapidly
it seems with his
cameras touch
he is holistically
blessing me
mama hear me
mama this man
looks kind friendly
now he is giving me
a fifty rupee ..
do take it mama
buy me a nice
dress pretty
a barbie doll too
mama hear me
no mama i dont
want the dress
or the doll fathers
medicines food
is more important
mama hear me
we need money
to pay the doctors
fees ...

mama hear me

Sar Par Azab Hai

beta
meri kismet
kharab hai
bhik mang
kar guzara
karti hoon
beta meri
tabiyat
kharab hai
na koie sawal hai
na koie jawab hai
zindagi ka dukh
beta behisab hai
beintiha musibatein
bure waqt ka intiqam hai
har pal har mod zindagi
nakam hai ...har cheez
par mohar hai paise
ka dam hai ..maut
se khatranak,, yeh
zindagi ka nam hai

Shooting Muslim Beggars Is Not Easy As You Think

it is
like using
a pen
without
ink
or
throwing a
pebble
in a pond
a thought
wont sink
a picture
to a poem
link ..

Mama How Long Will You Go On Begging For Me



sitting
on the roadside
for a few coins
in the name
of charity
they come
search their
pockets
drops a few
coins humanity
our pain they
do not want to see
degradation deprivation
gives a bad name
to the community
if they could make
us disappear with
a magic wand it
would be so easy..
but we are eye sores
one takes our picture
tweaks it as beggar
poetry.. to be
or not to be
enslaved yet
not free
completely
mama i dont want
to be a beggar
when i grow up
finally ...
not a mullah
not a politician
not a policeman
not a doctor
not a performer
but a good human
being i want to be
helping others
not just muslims
but all of society
healing wounds
holistically
in the name
of garib nawaz
khwajah moinuddin
chishty ...

Motherhood Begs ..

both young
muslim mothers
with their tiny kids
begging for alms
professional in
their attitude
no qualms
begging the
only way out
lines etched
on their palms
one gave me
a gratifying
smile the other
one calm..

Train Travel In Modern India Is A Bullock Cart on Wheels

The Old Beggar Couple Of Bandra West





were
not destined
to rest . beg
beg beg
a thought
riding a
crest
devo
atithi bhava
guest is god
but a beggar
is a beggar
not a guest
a few coins
you give
they will bless
why is their
life at the end
of the tunnel
in a mess
nomadic
no address
shooting
beggars
highlighting
their woes
definitely
is not the
job of our
crappy paid
media press
now with
ramzan
round the
corner
donation
boxes
dubious
bearded
men collecting
charity for
 mosques
madrsas
will become
treasure
chests

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