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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The rickshawpuller



In his eyes I looked and found
Utter longing so profound
The misery,the want,the deep rooted lust
For matters beyond his scrawny touch
The blackberry,the pizza,the sleepwell,the merc
For him are all but cottony clouds
Beautiful to look,but far from reach

His days are laid with a hundred vows
Lurching from here …to a perch there
And nights are lolling on the mother ground
The reason to sweat is in other land
A survival made migratory bird
Little creatures of hunger when shout
Creater flies to collect some sprout

So,in line,there stands he
Every Monday…to put kerosene in his stove
Cooks to live through next day of work
Pulling others to make some bread
And send it home with fatherly love

He stands,stooped with wear
Looking much beyond his age
Waiting patiently,wiping his brow
As I grope to pay his due
And a shimmer appears in those eyes
As I chip in some extra too…
A halo appears on my head
As I glide feeling angelic to the core
Which fades with disdain
As I see him buying a joint with my pity

There he goes,puffing with content
Free from all the longing
Blowing away in the air
The PIZZA,the MERC,the BLACKBERRY!!!

3 comments:

Pallavi Sharma said...

Hey! This one's beautiful! Just as beautiful, if not more than the previous ones you've written.

vikki said...

my long wait is over ... finally a poem after a long time :) ... too good!!!!!

Unknown said...

hey girl!!!!!!!!!!!kudos to you, great work done, your thought process is just amazing,those unflt emotions,n those nincompoops around are not able to feel the extent n depthof ur words...its nt just a oem, bt i say its my gal, its d way u hv developed urslf n thinking..lovely, keep it up!
with love,muah