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Monday 28 September 2015




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A travel on the city streets of India to connect with the people and their life to get rhythm of poetry and love.
This book consists of Love, Travel, Philosophy, Social, Religion, Humanity, Poetry, and Politics and with many other features the writer is trying to formulate streets in a book. The main ambition of this book is to point out those negative human psychologies, old and rusted customs or belief and various in humanitarian acts present in this society and community that are easily visible in streets. As an act of authentication each chapter will be acting as each bar of that iron gate of coming 30th century where for such kind of deeds and acts against poor and suppressed there will be no entry.
The elements of this book are from writes personal experience during his travel in the streets of Bhopal, situated in central part of India. In the upcoming volumes of An Ink Fruit he will be discussing about streets of Mumbai.


Hari Das is an Indian street writer. He is well known for his poetry's especially street poetry's. He as a poet and writer is writing for the coming next 30th century. He wants his work to act as a closed gate for all those in humanitarian acts against human life so that at least coming generation can be free from the curse we are facing today. For this purpose he believes street is the best place where he can work because all the negativity's present in this world can be easily traced from here. In this way his Book An Ink Fruit - Streets (Bhopal) is his first project he completed. For his next project he is there in Mumbai Streets now Streets (Mumbai). 

Sunday 18 January 2015

Babu’s Death
(Babu means dad)

See the image feel it and read very Smoothly each line Stressing Last Word 




Each entry I made
Babu’s fumes I hailed
In the morning he told
Will be back
With some marigold

In the evening
He was back
With a crowd as jack
He was laying in a bed
It was new to our head

He was sleeping cold
In a white fold
Where is my marigold?
I goal'd 

He dint said anything
He dint said anything hold
Hold
Don’t take him away I told
But people took him away
With flowers on the way
As sold

Neighbors said a labor died
For which no one cried
We cried
We cried our best
For what I still hide

Amma said his death arrived
What is death I mild
Nothing, you sleep child

My babu is there
Somewhere in the hut
Somewhere in the nook
I know
I know his body was perfect

Today
Nobody is there 
In my hut
Only his fragment of body left

Each morning I waited
When light enters to wake up
My eye wishes
He is there on the gate
To love us 
To save us
Fake

He is not there anywhere
In the gate
I called my babu
Babu  babu
Where I could find
My elders said
Babu is late
Late
Wait

I waited
I waited in veranda
Perhaps we played
We played
Hide and seek we played

I was caught'd, every time
But where is my babu
I couldn't find
Find.....


 Hari Das


Street Children s where ever i went i had seen these ill fated babies.
What to do? was the question It came with an answer
SHABD Society for Street Children s
My Ambition
My Aim  

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My Friend Alyssa from France had done some research in 2012 with subject Indian street babies 
please do have a look .I am shore u people will like her post and will learn some thing.  
http://hitherebeaware.blogspot.in/2010/05/india-and-her-babies.html


Street Writer Hari Das



An Ink Fruit - Streets

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On The Streets

On-The-Streets




Born in black
I squeezed for the white milk
From an unknown Breast
On the streets
I was a month old as a feast (0-1)


I balanced my feat
Raised my hands for a treat
But nobody was there
To give me a warm great
She left me alone
With my future on the streets
But three year old that was least (1-3)

Streets took me to a seek
To play hide and seek
I found some nomads
To roll down the tire on the streets
In the circus was the food as a fees
And for the people age six was sweet (3-6)

Cool breeze chilled our finger
White fog took shelter in the winter
Some where our teared cloths trendy in summer
Become first door to enter
We shivered on the streets
To stick to each other was least
Any how we have to pass the time
Because morning is going to gift us a warm shine

But we will find a place
Were we will beg for a sake
Can get some coins with woolen
From the rich people who pray’s in heaven
And I will sleep with the age of nine
On the streets as lion (6-9)

Run run common fast on the streets
Said an ugly face to mugly face
Huge traffic is there to knock the door
Were I raised the voice as headline as a choice
If u need to know come and grab the voice

Mesmerizing to the god in each festive size
Something should happen somewhere
As I need to sell info with gear
So that at least today we can fulfill our hunger
As this age of eleven is not a big wonder (9-11)

Someone on the streets
Said we need to be protected
For the future of east
They took us to orphanage
Where everything was fine
With a show peace and a show time

Someone on the streets
Said we need to be protected more
For the future of east
So they took us to home
Were emotion was the trade mark
How much work we have to do
In the absence of the lady
Was a big question mark?

They took us as a dirty blood
As the real blood went to school
And we were left in the kitchens
Where broom act as a hunter
In each summer and winter

Blood shreds from the sky
Where each corner tells me to cry
For god sake I need my streets again
To hug my mother for a rain
As this age fourteen
Giving me unbearable pain
I need my streets again
I need my streets again
On the streets again……haaaa (11-14)


.HARI DAS.


Innocent face of humans are children s .we got every thing in our child hood but some children s are ill fated because they live in streets  they are in lost track.we people need to support them to get them into wright track.Next time a child beg in front of u don't hesitate just give them as much u can If our life is perfect cant we help them too with a little bit effort in our own way.So that these qt little children s can feel  flex y towards their life.
May God Bless these children s.

In Support of Child Welfare and Against Child Laboury...Hari Das