Lost In Transit


Wheel

Vice-like grip

on my precious

loosened by hands

lulled to sleep

by the rhythmic

rat-a-tat 

of speeding wheels

Jolted awake 

at the station halt

slumbering feet 

scramble to alight

still groggy hands

forget to scoop up

the gadget 

now wedged in the seat

on the receding train

I wish it stays

strong and silent

The type I always liked

©2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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