In the busiest cosmopolitan town
I drives my rikshaw in such a care
The people travels in my little vehicle
The confidence and command they gives
Makes me so dedicated in my job.
Different kinds of people
Various languages they speaks
But I am a rikshaw driver
No time to hear the conversation.
I makes the journey with safety concern.
Sometimes people misses the destination
Where my care and concern important
As a friend in need I try my best
To get the place and home they seeks.
A difficult job always
Not so convenient to the elites
But a most wanted friend in need
In a city of my country where I live.
In fact I enjoy my job with a spirit
A spirit of love to the people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful poem. you have closely realised the emotions of driver and beautifully expressed. The subject is almost neglect but you have made it prominent.