"THE ONE WHO WAITS IN RAIN"
He stood by the corner,
where the road forgot his name,
and the sky had no mercy left.
No umbrella.
No complaints.
Just a rickshaw,
and a kind of patience
the world rarely rewards.
Rain soaked through his shirt,
his skin,
his spine
but not his resolve.
"Barish uske kapdon se beh gyi thi,
lekin umeed abhi bhi seat par baithi thi".
Quiet.
Unmoving.
Still expecting a yes
from a world that mostly says no.
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While pulling a rickshaw on a bright sunny day, he was delighted by the vicissitude of life after the news he heard that his son cleared IAS among all odds.
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In an easy going world
Of Ola and Uber,
I chose a Rickshaw this time!
I could feel
The welcoming of breeze,
Embracing streets,
Winking traffic lights,
And a conversation that took me to old times!
No doubt, life is at ease on a click now,
But the aura of travelling is missing!
#PoolofPoems-
Ek nayii safar,ek naya manzil
Kuch naya paane kii umeed..
Phele din ka suhana manzar..
Raastein pe kahinnn saarein mod..
Bheed toh hai..sambhal jaaungii khud ko ye smjaakar....
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The moment I step out from railway station,
I see several rickshaws,
parked one behind the other,
loud calls for passengers,
shouting the rate of a drive.
Seeking for reasonable rate,
we are set to go towards our lovely village,
enjoying the bumping vibes
of damaged roads and freshness of open air,
along with powerful heat of a sun.
Still, I never mind of
damaged roads and heated sun,
which makes me feel tired
but it creates a different joy,
wanting more distance to travel.
Our life is like an rickshaw
and we all are rickshaw drivers,
we need to drive it carefully,
carrying our dreams as passenger,
bearing heat of pain,
bumping on damaged roads of difficulties,
enjoying it and driving,
until our passanger reaches home of destiny.
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Dukh deti hai zindgi kabhi kabhi
Aisa nahn hai k bass shikwe hain
Hume naseeb ghar toh hua hai
Kisike toh dftar aur bistar rickshe hain-