Rickshaw Poems - Poems about Rickshaw

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 restaurant you would dine for free and if I had a row...

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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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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 the Nostalgia Scenting textbooks New. The auto rickshaw halts now On a lap,...

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

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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 bond Whose father? Whose child? Yet benevolent In the coming and the going yearning, Priceless,...

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