He spends
Most of his
Time in his
Garage,
Looking
After his
Cars,
Bike,
Scooter
And cycle.
His wife and
Son longingly
Look at him,
Waiting to see
When he'll be free
From this dragging
Routine of his
Vehicular cycle
(written after observing one of my neighbours who spends more time with his vehicles than with his family)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem