from lane to lane 
on different roads 
we dwell ..people 
want to build homes 
in heaven we dream 
of a better hell 
than the one 
on earth fires 
we can quell 
we are used 
to filth foul 
smell ...
ramzan 
is a month 
as beggars 
our pleas 
we hard sell 
through 
pictures 
our story 
as a poem 
to this 
photographer 
we tell 
our pain 
felt by 
his grand daughter 
who bids us 
farewell
Monday, July 15, 2013
Mama When Will I Get Well
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