The Truck Drivers (Experience Poem) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The truck drivers
I think about
How do they not take
Day for a day,
Night for a night,
Go on driving,
Driving for
Without calling for the distance
From north to south, south to north,
East to west, west to east
Without any break from
Their duty
Without knowing their fate
Or any alternative
As a substitute for

Taking bath in the river
Or the pond,
Staying in the dhabas
Or the petrol pumps
As for to pass the night
Sleeping on a bamboo rope sling cot
Of the dhaba or on the ground
Under the tree,
Taking the lowly daal-bhat
And unscrewing the cap
Of the bottle
Turning into an addict,
The Govt. too collecting excise duties
And high road taxes?
N.B. Blakian experience poem.