Rusted Wheel Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

I was a shiny wheel, once full of life,
Spinning with purpose, cutting through strife.
But now, I'm a shadow of my former self,
Abandoned, forgotten, left on the shelf.
i was so shiny now it's all rusted

The gleam has faded, the luster is gone,
Replaced by a coating of oxidized grime.
My once-smooth surface, now rough and uneven,
A testament to the passage of time.

I used to be vital, an integral part,
Carrying burdens, playing my crucial role.
But now, I'm discarded, my value depleted,
Reduced to a relic, a rusted-out soul.

Oh, how I long for those days of my prime,
When I was admired, a masterpiece in its time.
But alas, the wheel of fortune has turned,
And I'm left to rust, my former glory burned.

Yet, perhaps, in this state of decay,
I can find a new purpose, a different way.
For even the rusted can shine once again,
If given a chance to be reborn, my friend.