In a parched sunlight <br />An old man weeps <br />His rickshaw draped by shadows of trees <br />He broods over destiny <br />Over the despairing life of his. <br /> <br />Rickshaw is the sole partner, he shares. <br />Worn-out body moves so little <br />Empty stomach makes him frail. <br />Diseases make merry <br />Breath awaiting its destiny. <br /> <br />His grieving soul breaks silence as it pulls on:
