We need a poem Badly.
We?hinted?at what was coming.
You weren’t listening. Storybooks don’t cut it, anymore. We need a poem badly, each one of us.
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. —?Dylan Thomas
If only,
I had a tiny wheel
A tire, a tube on a metal ring
Will do.
I will trick it out like a juggler
My famous one-wheeled scooter
Bottles of water
Flyin’ in air
Biscuits
On the trapeze wire
In the circus for all of you,
To see.
If only,
I had two wheels my own
Like the cycle
We used to own
I will steer Father ‘round the ring
Riding on the handlebar
Or with my sister behind him,
On the spring.
If on the other hand
I could have three of those
Like the trike
My father said he will buy
I will ride,
with my brothers all
Against the wind.
I will race my friends
Back home.
But all I see
are ones with four.
Sometimes eight
Rushing ahead
No time to wait
No space for us
No space for us
anymore.
Faintly in the distance, see
A lake meets the winking sun
The sinking road
The road from hell
We walk from Delhi
We called it home.
If only,
I had a broken wheel
I would need just one,
you know.
Our legs are not wheels,
you see.
One, two, three
or even four.
And so,
I am walking home.
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P.S.?Write a poem today. Let us know.