Is his work sweet or bitter <br />Door to door goes meter reader <br />Is he dull or clever witty <br />The measurer of used electricity. <br /> <br />With a torch and thick bound book <br />Below staircase down dark nook <br />Scans through the dust on mesh <br />With a face that’s expressionless. <br /> <br />Speaks so little somber face <br />Smiles no little courtesy’s grace <br />Notes down with just one look <br />Prosaic digits on notebook. <br /> <br />Is he a man with a home family <br />Or a mad measurer lone carefree <br />A wild pursuer of endless digit <br />Never known love never had it. <br /> <br />Still he has to knock many door <br />Stay a minute not anymore <br />Time is his arch enemy <br />Till comes night sleep’s lullaby.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meter-reader/
