Ragpicker

He a rag picker searching something valuable From the debris accumulated in the corner of road He searches for some thing useful for sale Sadness in eyes, shabby dresses and carry bag in hand He made his journey in distances for something Someone suspected him as a thief and someone a criminal But he was only a rag picker for his bread I thought One day I saw him in post office sending money order Maybe to his beloved ones the aged father and mother Or else his elder or younger sister waiting for money Another day while I was in my morning walk while I saw him Sitting under the Municipal lamp post with a book in hand I hesitated to ask the details but somehow I asked What was he reading in such odd hours dear boy In perfect politeness he told me his story in brief He is now studying for a graduation in distant education Forced to do the job of a rag picker in extreme strains The family consisting of aged and ailing parents and sister he is only the breadwinner and no alternative Than to find out a job self earning and then studying He will find out a good amount by his present job And sent it straight to his home address he told Any job is great only the truth and conscience matters He exclaimed in his lighter voice which is a solemn fact I saw him in such happiness and inspiration to live Adverse circumstances doesn't matter come what may be.