Clad in worn-out tees
so overly worn, they embraced to the bones
while skillfull trembling fingers caressing the chromed sticks
of the charcoal black wheels
amidst the rows of biwheelers they perform rituals of life
ever so engrossed, dutifully twisting and turning
assorted screws and bolts
scattered willingly waiting turns
Theirs is a life pacing patiently
no hurry, wary
lest the world is forcing ours
let them be a line to pace and pause.
About Me
- Rahmawati
- Rather unpredictable, know more than you think I do, I care, and up to now, nothing surprises me...really!
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Hola amiga, I can imagine Adek Tembam's eager face eyeing the bike. Eeee, geyyam Aunty Leena.
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