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Just two wheels, to balance The load on his back. And there is just 4 miles distance between ‘Singarapettai’ and back. Still nothing bothers him, Not that huge stack. As he can’t wait to be done, and Go see his daughter who has come back.
3 long years at hostel it’s been. So long that she wasn’t seen.
“Will she be all bright and new… Or will she still be the same daughter that I once knew…”
Thought as he went with the load on his back, 3 miles between ‘Singarapettai’ and back.
P.S. Haven't been able title the poem so any suggestions at all are welcome...
posted by meerasan @ 8:35 PM
hi, meerasan!!
i love the whole feel of the poem. one thing though--i didn't realize the first time i read it--its the use of the word "back".
i know there's a reason for the repetition but i somehow feel that you could improve it.