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...

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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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I am trying to sleep here; can someone let the world know?

Somewhere the pressure cooker whistles, 
Rises in the night air, the smell of pulao...

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James Hinkshaw

There once was a man named James Hinkshaw.
Who planned to go to town for a jigsaw.
He had hick-saws and jinx-saws
He even had a wink-saw.
But...

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Not Every Day is Perfect

I took my pad to the park today. 
I wanted to find an idea for a book. 
I was blocked…you know…...

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SIR CONRAD

The great explorer Sir Conrad Justine 
Disappeared and was never again seen
Got too near the edge
Slipped on the ledge
Fell two thousand feet in to...

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Haiku 
…My City Hyderabad


Same stories in books
Same thoughts I read time again
Missing myself

Those old lanes
Those dim lit windows above
My city glows

Rickshaw-puller leads
My thought to its...

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husband told his wife
                     ...

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Saw the advertisement of a sleazy Volkswagen
Surfed the net as the seed was sown
For anything based on german technology
I knew nothing about car mechanisms
Except the...

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Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not.
Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs.
There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx:
a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot.

Seek Mensheviks...

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A new day arrives; I'm waiting for the morning sun.
Rains pissing on me, God must be having fun.
I crawl myself out of bed & move...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his...

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Volga – 4

to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island 
why it appears 
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little

is then...

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Speak earnings release
Babul Ahmed :: ::

De revenue from T-shirts wear the clothes.
You and I, as well as hair bayakata
Equal to the height of the arm...

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