I rise before the daylight shows up,
To stand near the station.
In hope of getting a traveler's sight
And drop him to his destination.
I expose myself to all the bearings,
Monsoon, typhoon, gale or gust.
Providing you a protective shelter,
Safe-guarding you from the rain or dust.
I ride my rickshaw all day long,
To earn money for my existence.
Even when I'm sick or starving,
I have to cover that distance.
It is good to feel from another perspective; what we think mostly these days is about how the auto is going to ram into our vehicle or take a quick turn giving us shock :)
ReplyDeleteSome people are so hesitant to give even a small amount of money as fare; even those people who earn a lot - I wonder why. They don't realize that this is livelihood.
Love how you have brought this as a poem :)
Thanks a lot Teny :) Glad that I could make you think from that perspective. Just wanted to bring people's attention towards something they usually fail to notice. :)
DeleteThis is powerful. Though it may seem like a plight to many, but you've worded it with so much elegance. Beautiful poem, one of the very best I have read in recent times.
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Amazing Deeshani! love the thought behind your writing.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Debajyoti. :)
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Really nice Deeshani. Loved the thought!
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DeleteYour poem beautifully captures the pathos of the rickshaw puller Deeshani.
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Deeshani, you've captured the emotions so well of the rickshaw puller who don't have a choice, do they? The world can be ruthless. Glad to be here.
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Sadly they don't and we can't help it :(
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Nice one to keep us grounded!
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