Poetry from Md. Nurujjaman

Poetry from Md. Nurujjaman 

A Bullock Cart


I was walking down the street, 
Suddenly - 
I saw a bullock cart, 
Which was passing in front of me.

 Then I asked the bullock driver, 
"Can I get in your cart?"
The Bullock driver replied,
"Absolutely, get up."

Then the bullock cart started moving with me- 
The cow goes in the direction
The driver tells to go it. 

Nice, I like it very much. 

After some distance I got down,
As well as -
I politely bid them farewell.










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