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Third Wheel

Here is one of my early poems that I wrote way back in my college days. 



I thought we were happy with a 2-seater,
But then you got bored and wanted to upgrade her.

Was afraid to let it go,
'Cause it took a while to balance so.

You were so fond of the new style and design;
I thought to give it a chance and stop the whine.

Slowly and slowly we got hold of it,
Started loving the mobile every bit.

We went to places that we never knew,
Created amazing memories- red, green, yellow, black, white, and blue.

Then all of a sudden something took a backseat;
One tyre busted in the scorching heat.

Scared that repairing this will cost you money and time,
Took hold of the new 2-wheeler and continued the regime.

Was alone with the rubbery mass,
But kept on working to make it outclass.

You went on with the new roller by your side,
And I went on to build my lost ride.

Fond of your latest 2-seater ride,
How you forgot about the 3 seater which was your pride.

Dated: 29 - 10 - 2015

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse
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