Monday, December 22, 2008

a winter's day

he pulls a rickshaw
and pulls and pulls through the day
to survive the night
........................
for a bit of sun
without passport or visa
migratory birds!..

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7 comments:

  1. Tumblewords:December 22, 2008 at 12:27 PM

    Very nice. The first one vividly portrays the endlessnes of work for survival. I like the thought of the passportless birds. :)

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  2. SandyCarlsonDecember 22, 2008 at 1:06 PM

    Oh, to be the migratory bird and experience that freedom--so unlike the experience of the man with the rickshaw.

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  3. RavenDecember 22, 2008 at 3:00 PM

    I especially like the first one which conveys with it's words, the relentlessness of working just to subsist.

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  4. qualcosa di belloDecember 22, 2008 at 3:05 PM

    i have to admit...i want to join those birds! but since i can't, i will embrace winter's beauties

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  5. gautami tripathyDecember 24, 2008 at 9:01 AM

    I understand the first verse. Sad and so true.

    Merry Christmas to you!

    all in a days work

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  6. zoya gautamDecember 25, 2008 at 3:13 PM

    ..Many Thanks To All Of U..

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  7. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2009 at 5:09 PM

    in only three sentences i could see the rikshwa driver (runner?). amazing to see

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..namastey!~

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