The World Is A Road Used Daily By Cars.
Everyone Is The Driver Of His Car.
No Conductors Just Well Wishers.
Drive yours to meet up
Its Not A Car Race So Be Cool,
Within Speed Limit You Will Arrive Safely.
Feel Free To Give A Brother A Lift If Need Be,
And At Last Lets Be
There Where We Drive No Further!
The World Through My Rare View
Tim Ioryoosu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/19/2020
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Poem topics: brother, feel, world, speed, cool, daily, car, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Gopal krishnan: Nice poem. Nice ending. We call it moksh in india. End of birth and rebirth.
Nice dp too.
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