In the sweltering summer heat
In the heavy monsoon rain
On windy stormy days
On dark cold nights
I see him pulling
He pulls his rickshaw
He pulls his cart
To pull himself
Out of the abject state of poverty
Yet year after year he remains
In the same dismal state
And the capital looks on
Satisfied with providing him
Enough to pull through the next day.
Binita Jha
In the heavy monsoon rain
On windy stormy days
On dark cold nights
I see him pulling
He pulls his rickshaw
He pulls his cart
To pull himself
Out of the abject state of poverty
Yet year after year he remains
In the same dismal state
And the capital looks on
Satisfied with providing him
Enough to pull through the next day.
Binita Jha
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