A B A N D O N E D - R I D E

Back in the time,
Your eyes would shine
Riding with me,
Humming the nursery rhyme.

Every fall; 
Gave a scar,
Few healed,
Rest haven't so far.

You took a decision;
There were no wheels on my side.
It was a bliss,
To share an independent ride.

The time flew.
Rust on me grew.
The only thing 
I wish to avoid is
this Abandoned Ride.

Photo and Penned by : Vedang Agnihotri