blood sweat
tears and gore
unsaleable words
i prostitute i whore
bashing my bleeding
head at her closed
doors .. she wants less
i want more as poet
within the fucked soul
of a beggar i underscore
i am as deformed as he is
sitting by his side on the floor
pain buzzing like bee idling
on the core .. i try to get sleep
i can hardly snore .. my destiny
caught up with her on some
distant illusory dreamy shores
a boat caught in a whirlpool
she mockingly holds the oars

#beggarpoet
#firozeshakir

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On his arms
are needles
on which cluster
of limes will hang
through his cheeks
a 21 feet rod the pain
the spiritual pangs
on their feet bells
sing and clang
on his back
two huge steel hooks
pulling a truck..
the tamilian angst
a festival that
pays tribute to
mother marriammen
the drum beats .
with a soulful bang
the tamils genial gang
the women with hot
pots on their head
a trishul piercing
their tongue
a moment in
timelessness
overhangs

traditions
of hope humanity
from culture sprang

#marriammenfeast
#firozeshakir
#beggarpoet

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welded
remorse
in memory
of the fourth imam
sickly bedridden
zainul abedeen
survivor of karbala
son of hussain
witness to horrors
of yazidi inhumanity
humiliation of the
ladies of the house
of the holy prophet
tremendous pain
walked in chains
from karbala to
damascus ..he
did not complain
umayad caliphate
yazidi reign
a caliph insane
who forgot the
words hussain
o mini ana minal
hussain ..hussain
is from me i am
from hussain
every day is
ashura every
land karbala
gods own
domain

As Zanjirwale bawa has welded the chains both on his legs arms , he does not bathe at all, but he does not stink and he hits his head against the wall .. emanating a fragrance of roses .. he carries a spearhead with which he hits head to the chant of ya hussain..
He is a Sunni born but Karbala is his reason to live ..

He is very fond of me and I have not met him since last three years .

#zanjirwalebawa
#firozeshakir
#beggarpoet.

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din bhar nashe main dhut
teri ma ki chut ..kehne ko
tu mera bap.. kahan se
mil gaya teray jaisa sap
ma toh bhag gayi.. ab uthega
hath pair kanp phir madarchod
mange ka sharab.. kasam
paida karnewala ki nahi
banuga tujh jaisa bap

#muslimbeggars
#firozeshakir
#beggarpoet

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condemned
to death much
before she was
born,,,crushed
before she could
bloom she is gone
robbed of her inherent
innocence her beauty
before she sees dawn
wingless creature
none to mourn
considered devi
goddess yet
raped sodomized
acid thrown on her face
that once shone
fodder supply on demand
for titillating porn..
on her body lying
on a cold morgue
table lone forlorn
caught between
human lust devilish
scorn...and i can
go on and on

#girlchild
#firozeshakir
#beggarpoet

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