My uncle’s car.
It sat four square.
It felt comfortable,
Cosy,
Safe.
I also felt like a Maharajah,
When I was a passenger in it,
Since it looked as if it belonged
On the streets of Delhi or Mumbai.
© Caro Ness 2015
05 Sunday Apr 2015
Posted poetry
inMy uncle’s car.
It sat four square.
It felt comfortable,
Cosy,
Safe.
I also felt like a Maharajah,
When I was a passenger in it,
Since it looked as if it belonged
On the streets of Delhi or Mumbai.
© Caro Ness 2015
Lovely poem and photograph.
Thank you so much