The Rickshaw Puller Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The Rickshaw Puller

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Somehow he pulls along
He breathes
In his little width of life,
He gasps
In making that width
When moves flesh
That far outweighs
What he gets at the ride’s end,
Sweats it out in the sun
Splashes in the rain
A pedaling run
Joyless but gritty
That if can be made
Would fetch him his bread
From the rider in comfort
To the puller who transports
Mountains of loads
Knowing not to pause
Till drawn by fate
For a rest in sunset!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 13 August 2013

A life like portrait of a rickshaw puller toiling his way up till the day's sunset and his life's sunset! ! While the rider sits comfortably inside, he pulls mountains of load like Sisyphus rolling the stone uphill! I have watched these people in the streets of Culcutta with a tinge of pain! Great write Pradip!

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Geetha Jayakumar 12 August 2013

Wonderful poem...so true, to fetch him bread...touching write. Loved reading.

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Bob Brown 12 August 2013

Mindblowing writing sir! The perfect picture of life in hardship.

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