3 days ago
Paperwala — a Vendor
A newspaper vendor wander every morning,
To our doorsteps and different newspapers
He drops through all thick and thins
Rainy days or winter haze
He arrives on his motor bike!
With a huge grin on his chin!!
One morning, I asked him:
How far he comes from?
He smiled to pass a reply-
Says he wakes up early dawn
and collects his stacks of papers from his dealer,
Then his journey begins all the way long through
Shantinagar, Baneswore, Koteswore, Gwarko to Lalitpur- Dhapakhel,
Where I live and would have return home by eleven each morning.
In rainy days, he comes wearing a large rain-coat,
Making it a drain for the rain covering his stuff
But, he doesn't forget his grin
He is so conscious that the paper would go waste.
So, he honks his horn to call us
Or simply looks a place where he can hide it.
For me, he is not just a Paperwala,
But a perfect Messiah,
As he bring knowledge, Source of information
Without any regression, to make us enlighten!
And so, when sometimes I meet him,
He greets-'Morning Sir!'
I salute him silently with due respect
In my heart for his favor!!!
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
- by Moin Uddin