When the night is about to end

And the daylight is just about to be shown,

You get ready with your bicycle

At a pace in your heart,

Ignoring all kinds of physical groans

You roam across the streets,

And the sound of your bell

makes the lazy butts alert,

Suddenly they get up from their chairs or beds,

Running towards the door,

Just to bury oneself in,

What the world is ready to impart.

Without bothering about the scorching heat or torrential rain,

You keep moving with your bicycle by forgetting all your own emotions,

Mixed up in the vortex of pain.

The way you throw the newspaper

And it hits the exact target,

Which is not easy at all,

Just to try it for once,

And easily forget.

I must applause to that and say, O! What a beautiful Art!

Just like an Olympic performer is throwing a spear or a dart.

You play an essential role in people's lives,

By spreading all kinds of information, imprinted on big sized papers

Just like the buzzing sound of the bees in the beehives.

The day starts by gobbling all those black words,

Imprinted and defined as some so called news

Just like those seaweeds are found

In a variety of hues.

But has anybody asked you???

How are you or what  is your own news?

Or

What do you want to say or share with the world?

The answer is an obvious NO

 Because those so called apolitical and oblivious people become busy

With reading all those political feuds,

Just like whirled in an unknown whirlpool,

Gibbering and braying all the time,

From all those ramshackle mews.

Nobody cares to know what you have had in your breakfast,

Whether you have eaten something or not!

Or you are still fastened to

But suppressing your insatiable hunger,

And running extremely fast

By inhaling all those particles of dust.

Your life will always remain to all of us as a mystery,

But do not be like all those unsung heroes,

Who remained obscured In the pages of History.

Miracles happen, but happen by determination, hardwork and a certain goal,

You may be called, "A Newspaper Boy"  today

But keep trotting and don't cry if you feel a pain due to those torn soles

Because a day will appear on the stages of History,

You are going to play the most eminenet role.

And the world will greet you

With admiration, completely unscrolled.