The rumbling of coaches,

The whistle of the engine

People’s chit chat,

Journeys to yonder.

Spheres and cuboids,

A pipe attached

Who would have thought

That wheels would evolve.

Foraying through the grasslands

To lands of unknown

Adventure lurking within.

Traces of the hustle and bustle

Teeming with the vibrancy of life.

The subtle tranquility

Reflected in the graceful swish of the crops.
Yet the wheels move on ,

Resilient to the onlooker’s desires

With one motive looming large,

To reach at the goal and nothing less.


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