As the rickshaw puller draws his burden behind him, your eyes meet and and down a tumbling hollow of despair grief poverty is laid bare to you. the shock registers deep n your mind and your conscience goes reeling into the clutches of the heart which too feels the burn of the utter sadness of the poor and the downtrodden.

the frail skinny sinews of his leg seem to bend away against the gust of a passing breeze, but yet the malnourished limbs pull off from his dust of the last struggle and looks over the horizon for the next hill to test his existence upon.