Thursday, 24 January 2019

a Car named desire.

                                                      PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

I had looked at it from far,

Gleaming, sturdy, excellence par,

On threshold of adolescence,

I stood, with ambitions and innocence,

Desire I had named that car,

Often I had watched it from far.

Seasons waxed and waned,

My flames of Desire brightly burned,

Some satiated, some un-satisfied,

A few achieved, a few pacified.

With salt n pepper beard,

No competition feared,

Cruising in the lane of content,

Inhaling the cool scent,

The Desire is left behind.

Hobbling with a walking stick,

An ascetic, I turn away, quick.

                                   Written for  : Friday Fictioneers



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