Courier Boy
Gust of wind lashing and it's pouring down;
Storm water runs off the deserted roads.
A swift rider going from the downtown,
Bearing safely the most delicious loads
For orders, kicks his heels at the canteen.
Collecting the silver foil packs of food,
Setting directions on his mobile screen,
Reaches drop off points in a cheerful mood.
Waggles here and there like a busy bee
When will the guy return to his own flat?
May be at odd hours, but no guarantee
Serving his patrons, he always aims at.
Brings home the bacon, the Courier Boy
Assures his family a hope and joy!
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 23-07-2022
Copyright © Patri Venkata Ramana | Year Posted 2022
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