Bike Broke Down Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

I left for school with purpose in my stride,
Morning stitched with duty, calm, and light.
Then iron spoke—one sudden sound denied
The easy rhythm of a moving ride.

The chain gave way. The road refused my claim.
I turned back home, not beaten—only tried.
I called for help; refusal spoke my name,
And disappointment walked back by my side.

Inside the house, the silence asked me plain:
Will you retreat, or learn another way?
Tools lay waiting, patient, without blame.
I changed my clothes—and changed my mind that day.

Confusion rose like dust upon the floor,
Hands unsure, yet willing to begin.
I loosened screws, released the chain once more,
Found loss, found rust, found doubt locked deep within.

The clip was gone—then found, but split apart,
As if to test the strength of human will.
Still hope stood firm, a mechanic of the heart,
Believing effort could outwork all skill.

Time pressed hard. My students filled my thought.
A promise bent beneath the noon-day sun.
I served the bike as lessons silently taught:
That work itself is victory begun.

The engine breathed. The road, today, stayed far.
School doors remained beyond my humble reach.
Yet something stronger claimed its rising star—
A truth no textbook ever dares to teach.

The chain was broken; I was not undone.
My hands learned faith, my mind refused to yield.