I cycle to the colony every morning
Where people eagerly wait for me
Their mornings are long and boring
Without the papers I bring with me.
I unload the bundle from the carrier
And aim for balconies high and low
The thud sends them rushing out
And pounce on rolls thrown by me.
Some spend hours in loo with papers
Some sip gallons of tea over them
Some become restless, some speechless
Some forget all in company of papers.
I don’t know what is so addictive
I don’t know what I have missed out,
My job is to get up with sun-rise
And quickly reach those waiting for me.