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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