Where the steering wheel is held without fear
and the head is held high,
Where road ahead is free;
Where the engine has not been broken
up into fragments by the mechanics;
Where power come out from the
depth of throttle pedal;
Where tireless striving of the pistons
stretches itself towards
perfection;
Where the clear stream of engine oil and fuel
has not lost its way into the
dreary dusty tarmac of roads;
Where the spirit is led forward
by thee(driver) into ever-widening
adrenaline rush and nirvana.
The creature that takes you to
that heaven of freedom,
my Father,
Sold that car away.......
inspired by Tagore
and the head is held high,
Where road ahead is free;
Where the engine has not been broken
up into fragments by the mechanics;
Where power come out from the
depth of throttle pedal;
Where tireless striving of the pistons
stretches itself towards
perfection;
Where the clear stream of engine oil and fuel
has not lost its way into the
dreary dusty tarmac of roads;
Where the spirit is led forward
by thee(driver) into ever-widening
adrenaline rush and nirvana.
The creature that takes you to
that heaven of freedom,
my Father,
Sold that car away.......
inspired by Tagore
Aww..made me nostalgic,too.
ReplyDeleteA heartfelt dedication.
Oh... Somewhat a different post VB, loved it.
ReplyDeleteintersting..and unique..:)
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ReplyDeletethank u.... :)