|Since the end of the 19 They have witnessed to and remained an integral part of Kolkata’s socio-economic evolution for over 100 years... century, hand-pulled rickshaws have been plying the streets of Kolkata.|
Trading for Bread…
no longer seems a burden to him
It’s love for the people of this soil,
and his family that he runs,
With burnt soles, blood-oozing toes,
Hands steeled on handles,
Skin blind to rain and dust, he moves on.
The mouths of his children are hungry, raw.
So, no green fields, no blue skies- No leisure for him.
In his courtyard trees don’t flower,
Smoke rises from the hut on his return.
A row of small girls waits at home with their mother.
They hold him tight for fear of losing…
Fed by work-bent mother at night,the family
plops onto the bed. This is another path
where all living beings enter unwittingly,
They dream luxuriously till the morning sets in again,
….Revealing, stretching another steamy open space
For one more day …
No pity, no patience!
Having enough sleep or eat is not important for the bread-winner
So is self-annihilation that scars
His flesh, bones, heart, guts and intestines….
There’s no escape.
Taking the vast light on his shoulders, the rickshaw-puller
Wakes up from an undersized sleep, and edges away again
…slowly slowly, towards the outermost road…
The spirit will linger, I know, the trips will continue-
Twisting turning roasting charring burning
The two sagging legs will keep rolling
on the by lanes of the city.
Bent, breathless, stone-deaf to shaming policies, he’ll run
In the end, sometime, somewhere far…
heaving, lurching across the steep path; fatigued,
In the unquenchable thirst of rest
… this pair of feet will die a death; a dry, brutal death
Media, NGOs will hog the limelight...
I'll bear the city-shame.
Kolkata's emblematic two-wheeled contraption has been a long-standing symbol of oppression. With the government's proposal to phase out these manual rickshaw, a part of the city's history, rather a part of its colonial vestige, will be deleted forever. Yet for a city that is desperately trying to grab on to the idea of a better, new world, it would have to take human development into account. However, while there is no denying the inhuman nature of a rickshaw puller's job, the men need to be assured of a livelihood once their current means is denied to them…..
Written for Susan's Prompt. Trade.