"Ouch" I got hurt Please will you stop, the stones are hurting me the pins are pinching me the road is scratching me "Will you please stop" no you wont because, you dont consider me living my tears are not seen my pain is immature,
I make you travel all along from distance to distance your journey is possible because of me you drive me recklessly everytime but "It hurts me"
I am your servant I bow myself to you but still i feel the pain i feel the cuts that hurts & when i break down when i lost my control you kick me hard to make me move, still you didnt noticed my pain "I am hurt again" but who cares i m in a journey to go on go where there is no end.....................
This poem is depicted with the story of wheels .It is dedicated to all the unliving things that we consider they have no life ...but in every thing there is a present of life ...that we need to see it & most importantly we need to feel each& everything...then only we can understand& add meaning ##hurt## ##agony##anger##......