A Return Journey by an Auto rickshaw

Written by: FABIYAS M V

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.