Car Trouble Poem by Manthra Hariharan

Car Trouble



The store room was a show room
Of.... Garage garbage
With flattened tyres and
Mud from the mire...
Screws and bolts...
Ow..! ! My toes..! !
Coils of wires.......
Thud! ! ....! !
My bro's burning on fire! !
The metal is fatal
My mom's here for a battle...
I am sorry my poor little car..
But right now someone save me.......! !

Saturday, July 26, 2014
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