I went through accident;
On bike there was dent.
Striked by bus;
Blood flowing like juice.
At that time my mind was lost;
My eyes were closed;
And when eyes opened.
After striking;
Then on floor I was lying.
Many people came;
On me there was blame.
Felt ashamed;
So was calm;
My right arm was suffered;
By wound;
A big wound;
From which was coming blood;
Like flood.
People seeing at me;
Very differently.
As it was fault of mine;
But, now feeling fine.
By the sake of god;
I was safe after such a big accident,
Then went to hospital;
On my right tetanus;
On my right painkiller;
Paining in hips;
Bad doctor.
Can't stand and sit;
Filled with guilt.
If
If
If the brakes were applied.
Then ther must be no pain
On my left and right side.
And no body would guide.
That you should drive bike slow,
How to drive? you do not know.
Then stiching;
He was stiching with such a speed;
Even tailor haven't did.
From my arm he was taking out blood;
But to me there was no dard;
As I am mard……...
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