Lockdown turned their whole world inside out
Fifteen years old, a rickshaw driver's daughter
Cycled seven days,twelve hundred miles
Her father riding pillion as she pedalled
Three misfortunes came like thunder claps
Her father broke his leg and lost his job
Not able to pay the, they were evicted
How now to reach their village in Bihar?
One truck driver's price?6,000 rupees!
Far too much for the small fund they owned
And so, they bought a bike,500 rupees
Jyoti passed dense crowds of migrant workers
Legs aching, on she cycled, day and night
Enduring hunger, thirst, snatched hours of sleep
Gurugram to Agra to Lucknow,
Lucknow to Gorakhpur, to Darbhangi
A little food at camps, or from kind travellers
Once or twice a lift from truck or tractor
A small respite, beneath the blistering sun
Swatting away the flies, go on or drop
Uttar Pradesh to Bihar, draining strength
Then, home at last, one girl's epic journey
Screened and quarantined, but safe at last
A father, saved by his heroic daughter
The girl cyclist with a tiger's heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poem with a wonderful message.....10+++