A Return Journey By An Auto Rickshaw
An auto rickshaw, a carriage
Like a tortoise
Returns
Along my obsolete graveled
Road.
The auto rickshaw rolls on:
My bucolic
Rocks
Mirth of a birth,
Rapturously.
The auto rickshaw passes by a
Nuptial hall :a
Bride
Stands in the splendor
Borrowed.
The auto rickshaw pauses before a
Rural maze :
My
Career knocks get
Mocked.
The auto rickshaw, the three
Wheeled, creeps through the
Nostalgia
Scenting textbooks
New.
The auto rickshaw halts now
On a lap,
For
The road is lost in
Fog.
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