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Silently the dashboard dials glowed

The digits showed green numbers

Fuel indicator showed a full tank

The Engine purred into Life's journey

The blob of ectoplastic wonder

Dropped from above into the soft back-seat

A shrill cry- a tiny life - birth of a baby !!

Since dawn trying hard to see the Face

The Face of my Driver as I gain intelligence

Back of the Driver's head silhoutted against the Sun

Sometimes I perceive a long flowing white mane

Which oft vanishes to reveal a shaven head

Is it a "he" or a "she" I think as I grow up

Thus revelling I roll tired into the bed

It was raining that day I was going to school

Music of the cool raindrops on the canopy

The trees' leaves washed clean and shiny

Then the clouds cleared the Sun shone

I got a sweet shock my driver had gone !

I wanted to get off the car and search

But the doors were locked I was left in the lurch!!

As the years passed by the car seemed old

I never realized that it was worth its weight in gold

Hundreds of companions in the Car travelled with me

Some for minutes,some for hours, days, months,years

Three passengers have joined me who seem like my own

One my wife,my two children who have grown

Maybe a couple of decades the Driver will turn around

Demand His fare for the wonderful ride

I'll offer Him my soul and thank Him till I'm alive

©bishu