Sadly Punctured
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt as soft as the fluffy feather of the flamingo; speeded at lightening speeds towards the Sun; with a mere caress to the accelerator,
While at present the same felt like a thousand bags inundated with sharp stones; simply refraining to budge a single inch from its original position; however onerously I tried to push it.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like the gentle stream of placid water; mesmerizing all scattered in vicinity with its stupendous charisma and flamboyant grace,
While at present the same thrusted me violently on thefloor; slithered like an untamed freezing lizard; crying incessantly to move a centimeter forward.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it voluptuously kissed me as I sat down on the seat; whizzed me past the enamoring sights of the city like a molten volcano fulminating from the trajectory of moist earth,
While at present the same emanated a horrendously charred stench of burnt rubber; choked; coughed and stuttered infinite number of times as I switched on the ignition.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like the satiny cocoon of clouds having just descended from the sky; pacifying my insurmountably frazzled senses;
with the rhythmic music of its synchronized stirring,
While at present the same seemed as cumbersome to handle as the incredulously slippery granules of desert sand; with the exhaust pipe barking hostile plumes of black smoke directly into my eyes.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like an exhilarating aircraft whirring up; ready to transport me across distant corners of the Globe within flash seconds of time,
While at present the same crawled slower than the fattest tortoise; nudging just a single inch; in a single hour.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like a pen embossing words at electric velocities; conquering every territory; flooding every sheet with a billion lines of enchanting poetry,
While at present the same seemed to be perspiring like the mammoth bull; digging its curled horns incorrigibly into the stony ground.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like the vivacious rainbow in the sky; with its scintillating jugglery of mirror explicitly portraying my handsome reflection,
While at present the same seemed to be like the hoarsely begging eunuch; with its voice stuck stronger than the most tenacious of glue; petrifying my blissful ears with its prominently discordant tunes.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like a cleanly floating whistle; permeating the gloomy ambience with its astoundingly fast pulse and robust pace,
While at present it tripped embarrassingly on the ground to taste dust even before I sat; thunderously yawning every second like a lame soldier; when infact I wanted to reach the hospital to meet my wife in an absolute jiffy,
And as I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like the bouncing kangaroo brimming with poignant euphoria and rubicund strength; able to appease the
most minuscule of my demand; transporting me with supreme comfort and nonchalant ease to the destination of my choice; the very place I wanted to be,
While at present it lay pathetically morose; trembling like a deserted orphan on the street; as its twin tyre tubes which were once bulging with astronomical amounts of fresh air; had now been brutally assaulted by a battalion of savage nails; Lay barbarically ripped apart; utterly deflated and sadly punctured.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 13, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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| Words | 584 |
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| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3 |
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