Passing through city over-bridge,
At this morning a lorry of hope
It has started journey of morning,
Either it has carried goods
Or going to carry goods soon there,
But journey of determination is done.
Although morning has arrived near,
Sun has not risen still in stillness,
Dawn's last touch is left in nature,
Still standing very tall in courage,
Street lights are pouring orange light,
Showing path is duty of tenderness,
No chance is missed as breeze is singing.
A journey has motivated mind of driver,
Smoothly he is driving his lorry,
Carrying many more dreams and goods,
The lorry has departed from station,
In this foggy road a dream is painted,
Morning lorry's journey is leading.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,20 January 2019. All rights reserved.
A memorable photo for a poem of movement, kinetic images. There is something very poetic about trains and buses, and no one writes about them better than you, I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morning lorry is going blank but it will bring many goods. A nice poem I have read today.