Poem 248 - The Wheel

I was walking in, these woods, one day

When between some plants I noticed something lay

Would you believe it? It was a metal wheel so old

Today, it might be worth quite a bit of gold

So heavy, I couldn't lift the wheel

So to look at it, I had to kneel

So old, so huge must be from a war tank I had a guess

But it could be from one of the oldest carts no less

The oldness deduced from the amount of rust

I was the first one to touch it in some time, said the wheel's dust

I decided to let it lay there - for a few centuries probably

After all it was of no use to me

~Gaurang Rao

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