Life to him was an unpleasant necessity

Face pale
Perspiration dripping
Breathing heavily
His legs tiring
He was using
Full energy
In pulling the weight
Of heavy and wealthy
For the sake of
Two little meals
For him and his family
He was a poor
Rickshaw driver
With no other means
No other choice
Life to him was an
Unpleasant necessity

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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