I can be a Hero…!!!

….his brawn goes unnoticed…his open chest is not meant to be drooled over….her temple breaking that drop of sweat does not brings an ““Oh My Gwaash…..!!!”” .The clothes they wear does not have many takers as a fad….they work day, they work night, they work in the sun, they work in the wind, be it rains or the chills…they can be found on their job…they rise earlier than the society…and no one has a track of their sleeping hours…they clean our filths, sometimes they serve as chauffeurs, sometime they are the curette…sometimes apothecary…then they become soldiers and some are cops….

…the sweeper cleans the street every morning…attracts my pity…the female who collects it all…the bus driver frustrated of the traffic yet drives it everyday with out fail…the cops he whistles at movers standing in the sun midst all the deadly smoke….the warrior at the desert and then in the minus heat…the news paper boy who comes every morning how much ever crude the weather be…milking his cow yet manages to reaches in time before tea…sometimes they are rude and abusive…in turn we curse them with all malice we have and for all the possible follies…but never would we try and empathize with them…that they too are human beings and life is few a times bad to them too…they are called corrupt…and cheap worthless people for us…but why can’t any of them be  our hero??