Driving License Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Driving License



Knew driving well, for the license he went.
But for a very little fault, back he was sent.
Offered tea to staff, made rapport
Same way did, also friend’s work.
Now, he is an established licensing agent.

Monday, October 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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