We are blessed with a zillion three wheelers.
India is a country bursting with creative tinkers.
The chaps who ply them use them as 5 seaters.
Disney my darling, we have great mind spinners.
My fellow brothers, who drive these lovely wobblers,
In a city called Ahmedabad, are the original mind poppers.
While in motion, full of passion, stick their limb forward,
To couple with the tail of the buddy wheeler 1 o clock sharp,
Transmit energy, refuel, save fuel, in a simple task,
We know from where the idea came,
Which allows Jets to fuel and mate up high in the air,
Hey America you stole from our Rikshawalla.
a wonderful montage of the street scene you build for the reader. great job. The chaps who ply them use them as 5 seaters. i would avoid using the word them twice in the same line. bernie henrie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks bernie. Appreciate your appreciation and your tip on words usage. I will try and keep that in mind. Cheers.