Rickshaw Man
Sun rains down
from a sky between buildings,
as he hauls the weight of poverty behind him.
Feet pound the asphalt
to the beat of hunger.
A race for survival,
for life.
Just to come home again,
to see the face of his newborn child.
©2008 ~diamond-on-the-water
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Darklaw13
Dark, the best way to express your feelings.
babies......
rickshaw would be a cool name
those words mean my approval for this poem.
rickshaws are actually these sort of small wagon-like vehicles that people in Calcutta ride to get from place to place, and these guys pull them for a living. i read about it in national geographic and then decided to write a poem about it.
haha coming.
I have such a clear mental image from reading this.
Really well done
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I don't mean to sound cold or cruel or vicious, but I am, so that's the way it comes out.
Professional help is being sought.
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I don't mean to sound cold or cruel or vicious, but I am, so that's the way it comes out.
Professional help is being sought.
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