BicycleI can’t free it,
Can’t get it out,
Let loose,
It never will be free,
It will end up rustic and gone.
No one saw,
No one searched,
No one worried,
Left alone and forgotten,
Only the cat noticed,
Just now I can’t ride,
Freely, openly,
While the cars trap it in,
I stand in silence,
Need to get out,
Away from this anger,
And Frustration.
Speechless
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First Poem!! Here ----> [link]
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