I ride my ramshackle bicycle that has no seat to rest my skinny buttocks well.
This thorny road is not easy to go and I scared that anytime I get a tyre puncture or cut.
Along the road I found cemeteries and these dumb tombs never talk.
You could see only their dates of birth and burial and what else?
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Nimal this is an excellent poem - you pen your frustration with great skill and your own unique and recognizable way with words. Always a pleasure to read your poetry. love, Allie xxxx
Very touching. Strength for the journey, my friend. I pray for your enlightenment. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra