Be it sunny or rainy day
chilly or dusty noon
he forces his feet against
mud stone or rubbish
pushes the peddle to drive
all our weights to our places.
When sits blank waiting
for a customer, lights a bidi
with five rupees in hand
rushes to the aahar
point.
Life revolves like the wheels
he pushes panting for
breath,
takes men and women
the sick and the vain
to homes, hospitals and graves
till his bone gives up
in time's cruel mischief.
He too lives, survives
raises a family loves kids
runs for them from dawn
to midnight without rest
he too is a man like
us
only a bit more human
more or less...
Sabita Sahu
Sabita Sahu
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