I met
An auto driver in metro city Delhi
He drove me to sister's house

He was light hearted
Smiling and talking lightly

In between
He kept on giving suggestion
Way to reduce pollution
Pollution of air
Pollution of water
Pollution of mind

I started taking interest
As it was a long jam

I couldn't hurry
No use of worry
Had to withstand
Hot waves and hot conversations of jam

I asked him about his family

He answered
He had three daughters
Proudly told me

They were going to school
I wanted them to stand their own

I asked another question
"Do you live here with your wife"

He told me
"I am never married"

It could not stop me asking another question
"But how do you have three daughters? "

He showed me his both amputated legs

His family met a major accident
His brother and wife died
Left their three daughters behind

My legs were cut
To keep my life must

After I recovered from
that drastic change
I found three daughters were sent to orphanage

I cried a lot for them

I decided
"I will beg but
I will bring them back"

I changed their diapers
I cooked their food
I sent them to school

"I am happy
I am blessed with three daughters

Now they are grown up
They cook food for me
Whatever I earn till evening
They welcome me with silver smiling"

I thought
"We are so called educated
Lost ourselves in mad race
Definately in rat race"