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 This is one of my favorite pictures it reads my thoughts, it reads my pain as a father as agrandfather as a poet as a photographer and as an incorrigible photo blogger..It shoots me , no it shot me when I took this sitting in the comfort of my auto rickshah..atBandra’sTurner Road Traffic Signal where many of life’s stories of beggar kids, hijrasunfold..This picture is my reply to good friend Jeff and Leyla..He posted this comment with reference to my post Curse of the Flickr Comment Box..“thank you firoze, you have had me thinking all week about the freedom of speech, donot be bothered but those who would spew hate, it is not a part of the freedom to speak,freedom of speech comes w/ responsibilities….the freedom to photograph comes simply w/ the purpose to witnessso i say to keep at it! peace and love- “
 
you meet themwhen you are going upor coming downlife’s stairwaywith the painof livingthey shoot you before a few coinsyou payto redeem their sorrowor to get a nice house in heavensome saythese are children of a lesser manthey were never born to play begging for hope begging for peace begging for lovein every waystrangely it is to godman offers his bootyeverydayfloral tributes sweetsgold silver diamondsas a prayer to a god made of metalfeet made of clay but to street childrenempty pocketsempty heart betrayyes it is manthat seeing a poor mans childlooks the other waythrough our picturesthrough our camerasthird eyeto the underprivilegeda thought we repay74,828 photo blogs / 387,422 viewsat Flickr on displaycomment defecationon a toilet seat of knowledge by minds led astrayhate the cause of mankind’s decaymotherless children on mother’s day
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