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I sat on the wooden bench made of rough planks

To my lucky stars I spoke silent words of thanks

My pea-green two-wheeler had a flat tyre

Returning home from my daily chores

My throat was parched dry pushing the bike

for three miles in the warm summer sun

Wearily I concluded that riding a bike wasn't much fun

Clad in greasy ,dirty,stinking cotton shorts and vest

Dusty feet in worn sandals ,unkempt wild hair

Skinny arms and legs ,dark skin, pigeon chest

Why did this teenager leave his warm home nest?

Expert in his trade with hammer and spanner

Deftly he fixed the leak childish face sweating in summer

Handed a tenner to the child mechanic

Thought of his counterparts in youthful fun and frolic

Asked him his name which pleased him very much

Shoved an extra tenner into his grimy pocket

Surprised he was ! eyes bulged from the socket

There are hundreds of such boys in wayside garages

Who's responsible for their plight?Who'll pay damages?

©bishu