He tugs and pulls all the while,
carries people mile after mile.
Burning sun or the pouring rain,
he suffers from usual sprain.
His toil, sweat and daily pain,
is for food and not for gain.
He pants, gasps and sighs,
as hope lits in those red eyes.
Money for all the paces ran,
he does as fast as he can.
Rough edges and a raw deal,
he goes on... for a square meal!
Prasenjit©2022
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