Garage Car Poem by Harshini Priyaa

There's a garage in our home,
Behind the garden's loam.
It's often of dirt and dusty,
And my grandpa's car which is old & rusty.

The room is deprived of air and sunshine,
For it is scary and dark.
Which has walls of black marks,
And, I can listen small insects who hark

One day, I sneaked there to see the old car.
It has two wide eyes right above its bumper,
Being careful, I looked at its window
To check for any ghosts info.

I perceived the car crying for petrol.
It remembered my grandpa saying,
'The car is lucky and used to accelerate.
And kept on going, Roll and Roll'.

I was keen to know about the lucky car
And want my father to drive it.
Alas, the next day it was sold
At a hefty price, my father told.

My mom cleaned the garage,
And we lodged a brand new car there.
I felt that it went away from me far,
To my surprise, it was my same lucky car!