The Truck Drivers (Experience Poem)

The truck drivers I think about How do they not take Day for a day, Night for a night, Go on driving, Driving for Without calling for the distance From north to south, south to north, East to west, west to east Without any break from Their duty Without knowing their fate Or any alternative As a substitute for Taking bath in the river Or the pond, Staying in the dhabas Or the petrol pumps As for to pass the night Sleeping on a bamboo rope sling cot Of the dhaba or on the ground Under the tree, Taking the lowly daal-bhat And unscrewing the cap Of the bottle Turning into an addict, The Govt. too collecting excise duties And high road taxes? N.B. Blakian experience poem.