Lorry life


Sacks of rice
Onion and potatoes
Sit with the jute sacks fat and bulky
Drive through the traffic
To the shops
Smoke a cheap cigarette
Unload ten sacks
Smoke one more and load ten more
Drink a sugary plain tea while smoke comes out from the nostrils
Stride home with the red sun
With that small shopping bag in your hand …..
A loaf of bread and red dhal
And meditate
“life turns like a lorry wheel”
In circles
In circles
Endless everyday
In circles
In circles
No way out from that way ..!


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