Municipal Street Sweeper Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

With each daybreak,
The sweeper gets ready to work.

His job is to remove the trash,
From the street,
Something noble is there in it,
As he makes the road look fresh.

Every work is important,
And should be considered as such,
With petty income the sweeper cannot dream much,
About the future and depends on the present.

I wish he could,
Brush off the tumour called corruption,
From the heart of the nation,
It would be really good!

A very busy day the sweeper passes,
Doing his work with honesty,
And his sorrow vanishes instantly,
Returning home and seeing the children's faces.

He is a gemstone of the society,
Which recognises him scarcely!