Wheel Of Cart, Wheel Of Life

Load over the axles

Covered all gray,

Wheels of the bullock cart

Twirling all way.

Little boy seated

On uneven load,

Out came a hand

The wrinkled face showed.

Jumping out of fear

The boy screamed aloud,

His father stopped the cart

Under a cloud.

‘Grandfather it is!’

The boy realized,

For a treatment to the city

Father justified.

Father stopped the wheels

In the middle of dense forest,

Fooling the little boy

Failing the faith test.

A spade full of soil

Throwing left and right,

Father dug a grave

In the skylight.

‘What is this grave for?’

Asked the little boy,

‘For the old-ill grandfather

Unable to toil’.

Asked the boy for spade

To dig a grave beside,

‘You will also turn old,

You will also frail’.

Father was in tears

Unwrapping selfishness,

Apologizing the old

Wrapping selflessness.

Like the wood when burnt

Fire moves backwards,

Comes back to others

What we do to others.