Driven Endowed


Fuel Scarcity - Poem by Driven Endowed

I took a walk to a filling station today,
I was sent on an errand to purchase fuel,
My keg was shivering front and back;
Like a matching hand.

I slung the keg to my shoulder,
There I saw a queue in a crowd,
I was taken by shockness,
A queue of Buses in tired rows,
Having being waited for so long.

Hold-up help the street,
Accelerator of Buses turns weightless,
It was taken as a bad day for Travellers,
For the traffic-jam held was uncontrollable.

I disrupted my stand,
For that situation I do not understand;
'Is that the only filling station in town? '
I faced my part as my own.

I couldn't move closer to their position,
Hooting of Buses was deserted by peace;
'Are you mad? Is it your turn? '
Inflammatory remarks were rendered on eachother.

I left the position with pitiness,
'Is this how we will suffer with fuel scarcity? '
Mr. President Sir, we reign for our foreseen happiness,
For this fuel scarcity must be sent into a bout of disastrocity.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


Comments about Fuel Scarcity by Driven Endowed

  • Driven Endowed (12/6/2015 2:28:00 AM)


    Thanks very much Poet Mohammed and Dalan. (Report) Reply

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  • Driven Endowed (12/6/2015 2:27:00 AM)


    Thanks very much Poet Mohammed (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/6/2015 12:53:00 AM)


    Over use of fuel will definitely lead to shortage, we are misusing it for small gains, let think seriously about it now or suffer tomorrow.10
    I invite you to read my poems.
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  • (12/6/2015 12:44:00 AM)


    soon will come.... we will be suffering (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015



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