Post Man Poem by Mula Veereswara Rao

Post Man



Post man

At 1.00 P.M,

Every day he comes,
with his magic bag,
nothing but hidden globe!

No matter
whether it rains,
or sun is shining,
or soul is shivering,
delivering letters matters to him!

He brings smiles on un-employee,
tickles women’s heart by giving love letter,
paves the path to old man by giving pension letter,
brings money to students
for him no time enjoy nature’s honey

He conquered all directions
though address is wrong
letter reaches destined land through his hand!

All eyes are waiting for him
no eye is enquiring for him!

All are danced with pleasure by hearing ‘post’
no one bothered when he coughs with out leisure!

He leaves the street
like lone ship
leaves the shore!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 04 June 2008

Many don't realize the pot mans work responsability

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Mula Veereswara Rao

Mula Veereswara Rao

Amalapuram, East godavari, Ap, India
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