Poetry from Md. Nurujjaman A Bullock Cart I was walking down the street, Suddenly - I saw a bullock cart, Which was passing in front of me. Then I asked the bullock driver, "Can I get in your cart?" The Bullock driver replied, "Absolutely, get up." Then the bullock cart started moving with me- The cow goes in the direction The driver tells to go it. Nice, I like it very much. After some distance I got down, As well as - I politely bid them farewell.