Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,266 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

The Rickshaw Puller - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

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 about The Rickshaw Puller by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Gold Star - 30,755 Points Valsa George (8/13/2013 12:30:00 AM)

    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! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,259 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/12/2013 12:13:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem...so true, to fetch him bread...touching write. Loved reading. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 2 Points Bob Brown (8/12/2013 7:18:00 AM)

    Mindblowing writing sir! The perfect picture of life in hardship. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013


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