I am a Postal Peon of Rural Area
I supply from door to door
That really has in the Qran and hadis Core
My Language is not so update
Rural rustic may seem but moral trim
I am in the old Khaki dress
Day and night even in the rest
At night She gives some alms rice
Then and then on torn tipsy turfy pillowand blanket slanting slumber hero
I am so lower caste
I am not an officer
I am not a leader
No dazzling poetic brother
OLD cap and an old umbrella wearer
Well expressed thoughts and feeling. An insightful poem nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing.
thank you great sir you have gone through it