School Rickshaw

Tiny tots No thoughts Uniformed, Bagged, Tiffinboxed, Waterbottled In microcosm mollycoddled. Childish, pettifoggy, peremptory Yet sent out to be a small soldier in The gargantuan, outer world Squeezed as if chickens in a van Tearful eyes, woolly babble, scream Picked up from homes, left to schools Regularly he ferries them deligently Father of the child Unknown love bond Whose father? Whose child? Yet benevolent In the coming and the going yearning, Priceless, guided duty Leads the path, nameless somebody.