I - Am - A - Rickshaw - Puller - Of - India Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

I sleep on the roadside.
All the shops are closed.

No people on the streets.
I am a rickshaw Puller.

How can I earn money?
No one comes to me
to travel with my rickshaw.
I cannot buy food.

Here I sleep on the roadside
while the rich sleep in palaces.

My plate is a piece of paper.
Who will give me food now?

I am hungry and thirsty.

Lock out because of corona.

Before corona eatsme up
hunger will kill me.

Will you bury me then?

(Rickshaw puller in india.jpg. From the News)