Ragpicker Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He a rag picker searching something valuable
From the debris accumulated in the corner of road
He searches for some thing useful for sale
Sadness in eyes, shabby dresses and carry bag in hand
He made his journey in distances for something
Someone suspected him as a thief and someone a criminal
But he was only a rag picker for his bread I thought
One day I saw him in post office sending money order
Maybe to his beloved ones the aged father and mother
Or else his elder or younger sister waiting for money
Another day while I was in my morning walk while I saw him
Sitting under the Municipal lamp post with a book in hand
I hesitated to ask the details but somehow I asked
What was he reading in such odd hours dear boy
In perfect politeness he told me his story in brief
He is now studying for a graduation in distant education
Forced to do the job of a rag picker in extreme strains
The family consisting of aged and ailing parents and sister
he is only the breadwinner and no alternative
Than to find out a job self earning and then studying
He will find out a good amount by his present job
And sent it straight to his home address he told
Any job is great only the truth and conscience matters
He exclaimed in his lighter voice which is a solemn fact
I saw him in such happiness and inspiration to live
Adverse circumstances doesn't matter come what may be.