Somehow he pulls along
He breathes
In his little width of life,
He gasps
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Wonderful poem...so true, to fetch him bread...touching write. Loved reading.
Mindblowing writing sir! The perfect picture of life in hardship.
A life like portrait of a rickshaw puller toiling his way up till the day's sunset and his life's sunset! ! While the rider sits comfortably inside, he pulls mountains of load like Sisyphus rolling the stone uphill! I have watched these people in the streets of Culcutta with a tinge of pain! Great write Pradip!