Dreams at the standby
After so long I accumulated the courage to drive. For which I needed a vehicle, so I went to buy. The model of motivation was the most trendy, But loaded with responsibility which made it too heavy. Further, I moved towards a replica of loyalty, And was about to purchase but its engine was not warranted. Moving ahead a model grappled my sight. I ran towards it to scrutinize, It was polished with hope, Handles were made of trust which won't rust, And tires were embellished with love, And above all the engine was the brand of harmony, My eyes were dazzled, And to own it I was being frazzled. Anyhow, I was able to buy, But now my dreams are on the standby.