The Sweeper In My Society....

There's this dark bearded man, short in height but high in spirits...

He is the sweeper in my Society.. Dreaded we are due to this pandemic and locked are we in our shelters... while this modest persona comes every morning without quitting, without questioning, without regretting, without expecting,... just doing his job of garbage collection from homes every morning...

No fright, no speculations just his job of cleaning up the premises and collection of the crap.

No holidays, no excuses, no procrastination, just humbly sweeping my lobby with his head down and being accompanied with a large broom.

He too has a family, he too must be aware of this pandemic, but has no wrinkles of worries on his forehead... he's brave...a warrior, a fighter... Though not qualified though not educated, though not an elite intellect...He is a savior.

I bow upon him, I admire him, I respect him for the gift of selflessness and the lessons of dedication he has unknowingly given us...

He is the sweeper...

Who has passed a notion? 

Na koi unchaa..... na koi neecha... karm he sabse badaa...

Kaam kaisaa bhi ho hauslaa buland hona Chahiye.....

The modest sweeper with high spirits...