Best Rickshaws Poems

Ah, to this land of the monsoons
or should it have been the sunsoons? 
Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical hot boon.

Where bullock carts, stray dogs, horse carriages and cows
pedestrians, goats, bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky medley of traffic...

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As we departed for a long journey,
My heart punned with jocundity,

Had heard a lot about its beauty,
But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily,

As I propelled on non-native soil,
It seemed so preposterously royal,

Still there, ah I missed my home,
Oh where I could fearlessly roam,
		
Where the...

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They chew gums in compacted face,
Cheek-bones lining made-up skin;
They belong to the golden race,
Of foaming coke and shriveled gin.

They stare at you like you were a slave,
All through your seven lives;
They do know how to behave,
But only with middle fingers five.

Rags cheap, faking overprice,
Skirts shorter...

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Limerick: Once a bold billionaire from Ma-Lays-She-Ah

Once a bold billionaire from Ma-Lays-She-Ah*
Bought up politicos to militia
They put his money to work
Called him a right proper jerk
Now he pulls rickshaws barefoot in absentia.

•	Read also as: “Ma-Lays-He-Ah”

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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Permaculturists,
like Taoists
and Buddhists
and Hindus, etc.
Consider neighbors
extended and respected family,
ZeroZone Kin,
regardless of zone status
near or far,
regardless of species,
regardless of living
or gone
or not yet arrived.

Dear Neighbors,

I make no proud claims
of embracing a GREEN lifestyle,
making green integrity choices,
No claims of wise and sacred ecology
or even GREEN party membership.

Yet,
as...

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Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of 
Bloods, who immolated their lives to you.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live with a pride
For ages you are loved
They valued glory above...

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Inclement weather stalk the horse riders,
Unprotected they move with the street traffic,
While the stormy clouds play in the backdrop,
Teasing the cycle rickshaws and the tram cars;

A touch of adventure in body move,
Seek yellow metal trail to the valley,
Wish to camp on river beds panning sand,
In...

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Long ago duriong my childhood Hon'ble M.L.A.s attended state assembly riding bicycles.

Officers of the govt departmens and staffs attended their offices
riding bicycles.

Policemen in groups went riding bicycles to arrest roadside gamblers.
If caught they were taken to police station on bicycles.

At school our Headmaster, teachers and...

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Brisk breezes spin around and around
lifting dust devils high off the ground.
And children wearing happy faces
rush to find their favorite places.

Clara the clown runs out to applause
with dogs pulling kittens in rickshaws.
And as rolling waves of laughs begin
she spots Jim, noting which seat he’s in....

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Droves and groves of darkness driven in rickshaws of dissipation
Shake to their foundation heaps and drips of innocence
Grown in salient steps in anticipation
That progress pricks open wounds of imbalance

Weighed against flares of care cultivated
In travails that avail advances
Processed after assessment indicated
Needs for innocence to devolve...

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MY CHILDHOOD DANCED
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Profile picture painted to please Jennifer Lopez
Smiles for miles to the dynamite of Taio Cruz
Sights, heights and flights into serene skies
Bereft of dour dues, hostile hues, cantankerous queues and bludgeon blues.

Laughter in a merry matter to flatter Nicky Minaj
No grenade on a serenade to degrade...

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we are up
beyond time
and space
dark caves of
wood and stones
merging into sleep
in the infant night
when they are drinking
dancing and seducing
surfacing on dreams
of dogs cows and rickshaws
of the land of ruined
temples
we need to go soon...

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Thank you for the culture so rich and colourful 
The silk woven fabric, tribal clothes, so wonderful

Thank you for the rice, chapati's, and street food spicy hot
It touched me the poverty though
Which showed me to appreciate how much I have got

Thank you for the cows...

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