Best Rickshaw Poems

On a sunny holiday
The rickshaw-puller
Goes on working all day long!...

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An auto rickshaw, a carriage
Like a tortoise
Returns
Along my obsolete graveled
Road.

The auto rickshaw rolls on:
My bucolic 
Rocks
Mirth of a birth,
Rapturously.

The auto rickshaw passes by a
Nuptial hall :a
Bride
Stands in the splendor
Borrowed.

The auto rickshaw pauses before a
Rural maze :
My
Career  knocks get
Mocked.

The auto rickshaw, the three
Wheeled, creeps through...

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Rickshaw |abia
punish my honey
drink my creamy dream

eat my children between fat-bread

Stulted pedantic canker-bloom
Your bird-plucked eyes
will gas-up and advertise...

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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...

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If I owned a circus
for you I'd play the clown
(Do jugglers ever tire of throwing up?
Only when they're sick of it.)
or if I had a rickshaw
I could run you round the town
if I were landlord of a bar
drinks would be on me
as proprietor of a...

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