He stands there sadly in a street corner
Rust eating metal, fading yellow colour
Possibly years back quite many
He'd have trundled but majestically
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Beautiful poem on Yellow Roadroller. You have captured in your words very well. Loved reading it.
Thanks Geetha. I noticed this lone abandoned machine under a streetlight one night and that scene somehow evoked pain in me. Sometimes, sadly even some elders are treated this way.