1 <br />He was thin <br />Sharp eyes <br />He did not speak <br />All along <br />A two bladed sword <br />Hanging to his mirror <br />Dangerously close <br />To my eyes <br />I told him <br />He did not hear <br />Did not care to respond <br /> <br />2 <br />He was filling a cigarette <br />With some black stuff <br />Drove me safely <br />Smoking <br />Spoke of the other world <br />Where all men would get <br />Equal <br />And said <br />Lawmakers are given <br />Two hundred thousand rupees <br />Every day <br />For their job <br />And said <br />Two women ran away <br />With out giving his money <br /> <br /> <br />3 <br />Abusive language <br />He said <br />He had been strangulated <br />Once <br />And had been shot <br />Twice <br />On his right shoulder <br />And police men are his friends <br />He had no change <br />And when we stopped by the gas station <br />Some one greeted me <br />He knew me <br />He asked me to catch a rickshaw <br />I told him to take me further away <br />I did not want to meet them <br />Again <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />8/3/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-cab-drivers/
