Gargi Saha Poet Free verse

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.

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Fathima Dawood October 17, 2008 at 12:57 AM This is so sweet. I do not know about this, but I would love to experience it, I claim an Indian, yet have never been to India! Well written Peace Fathima

Chitra Lakhera October 5, 2008 at 9:39 PM Hehe Gargi that reminded me of my old days! That nameless somebody is a very gentle one. And how beautifully he takes care of all of us. He's there in every season irrespective of the rain or the cold chill. And Oh I used to cry too but would be well just once the rickshaw raced on the roads ahead. Haha enjoyed this a lot! Love always, Chitra