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My Friend On Wheels

There was no hurry or worry
after a tedious back breaking month.
There was nothing pending at my work place.
And, as far as my home front was concerned
there wasn't any laundry mocking.
Mocking to be tended
nor there was any superficial household chore to curb my spirits any more.

Realising well that ,that break, that leisure
was not ever lasting but was like a miniature refreshing afternoon nap.
Realising well that in a week there was going to be another U-TURN 
and I won't find easily any nap or gap
to give vent to my heartbeats by jotting down something ,
by removing my creative Pen's cap.

My mind was blank as if my writer's instinct was in a famine
 In the writer's soul there was a complete void or in terms of science there was a giant black hole.
There was neither motivation nor imagination,
there was no hint or clue from where to begin,
there were no flowers or petals to make a garland,
There were no beads to create a string.

It was then when one of my dearest friends
insisted that l should at that hour
about her my feelings pour.
Now what to write about that beautiful lass
Who is my pretty friend on wheels ?
Round the clock with every day break who has a pristine race to win.
She is our work place's beauty queen.
She doesn't realise that she is a perfect subject and about her l can an epic write.

A perfect wife,
A perfect mom,
An excellent cook,
A dexterous homemaker,
A dexterous professional,
 who is soon going to be a business tycoon.
She can't deny that to a great extent she is a fashion freak.
From head to toe unique is her glow.
From handkerchief to footwear everything that belongs to her is always matching.
Full of life,
she knows how to handle gracefully each and every strife.
Whether her home or her workplace
when it's about her 
everything is always inch-perfect.
Far from masquerade
she is a perfect comrade.
She has her share of ups and downs,
On certain days her bewitching smiles wane
when she has sudden body pains,
but soon she is back on track
my pretty friend on wheels.

For time being l am done but l want rest of you to have a little more fun.
If you do have any such friend like mine on wheels,
I want her name in my comment box
along with the one if you are able to guess
who is my this pretty subject my friend on wheels ?









Comments

  1. Such a wonderful poem!!
    Blessed to have you as an inseparable part of my life...

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  2. Yes, Reena. I can visualize her. Wonderful poem

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  3. नही बताऊंगी.... 🤩😂😂😂

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  4. The poem vividly conveys the experience of writer's block .
    And offcourse the friend on wheels is our lovely Reena ma'am . 😊

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  5. 😊Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.😊
    Beautiful poem

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  6. I need not leave any name .quiet evident.i must appreciate feelings and appreciation conveyed in words .

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