Wheel

Worldly wisdom the cart loads


to reach somewhere that seems wise.

The wheel eyes the random road,

and the axle squeaks and shies.

The spokes squeak with mighty strain-

align to juggle this weight.

Lose no bearings bogey-train,

and oil the armour of fate.

Wobbly ride across the span-

along rolls the journeyman.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

8 thoughts on “Wheel

  1. Jagdish Singh Ramana

    It seems like a beautiful conceit.

    “Worldly wisdom the cart loads

    to reach somewhere that seems wise.

    Reply
  2. amitapaul

    Interesting to see how the poet holds on to a single metaphor throughout the length of this short , tightly knit poem , with a cart as a vehicle of ideas

    Reply

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