The Rickshaw Driver

In the heart of the bustling street,
Where chaos dances to a rhythmic beat,
A rickshaw driver, weathered and wise,
Navigates life beneath the endless skies.

With a smile that greets both young and old,
His stories of journeys are quietly told.
Worn hands grip the steering wheel tight,
Guiding dreams through the day and night.

He weaves through the traffic, a master of flow,
Amidst the honks and the shouts, he moves slow,
Each passenger carries a world in their gaze,
Their hopes and their worries in a fleeting phase.

Through crowded markets and quiet lanes,
He knows the paths where joy remains.
With every turn, a new tale unfolds,
In the tapestry of life, his spirit bold.

Children laugh as they bounce in delight,
While lovers whisper beneath the city lights.
In the rickshaw’s embrace, strangers unite,
For a brief moment, their burdens take flight.

As the sun dips low, painting skies aglow,
He parks by the corner, where the soft breezes blow.
Counting the coins, he dreams of the day
When the wheels of his rickshaw lead him away.

Yet, here he remains, with heart open wide,
A beacon of hope, a humble guide.
In every ride, a journey anew,
The rickshaw driver, a spirit so true.