A Billionaire Bus Porter
The typical appeal and urge of the bus porter Calling and reminding of stops big and small In a voice - loud, irritating, cracking reporter He's lin body, skinny, double bent but was tall He's worn-torn dress- T-shirt, holed half pant A dirty ripped angocha wrapp'd around his neck. Commanding all road-mates for safety-hunt He's hung like the Albatross at the gate-check Not kill'd but left surviving for his role Who hid him from Him and His blessings? Gray haired seems going to graveyard, the goal Humanity should go for his wound dressings! With sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, a poor soul, Look'd suck'd but still brisk in getting on and off. His heart is holy as he's out of holding the whole He celebrates his trips as if he earns more than enough. Shocking my eyes he shared his coins to a beggar Where many of us, the earners gave ignorance Some seem'd silent to her cry like that of an egger The power of the porter lies in his soul, th