Grief Of Local Bus Driver Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

You can scorn me; can kick me O' brother
Your abusive words are to me roses tower
Yet I give you smiling of brightest star
You are my fate, my livelihood
You are my life, my passenger
I'm on this road as local bus driver

For you and my life I'm the vehicle rider
My occupation dawn to night is a bus driver
Stay in this bus
go and come station to station
active work in no fun
I carry you O' luck all through smiling run
To lit family light as local bus driver

This income-
is not for aristocratic life,
is not for delicious food of snobbery rife,
is not for Hilarious plight!
For surviving in this town as human tribe

Here in this town I live as lease farmer
The merchant comes after the dusk
Snatches income of full day
though in less income;
agreed sum has to pay

What I should do please tell me O' brother
If I stay here for some more time
To carry some more passengers
If you get annoyed at it
If you wanna to slap you can
All of your bothering is my fortunate den

- April 01,2018 (Chittagong City, Bangladesh)