NEVER TIRING LEGS>>>

The wheels in the bus go round and round,

My footsteps in the sand rustle all over,

My feet touching the shoes to stick to ground,

I walk past to and fro, see him or her, 

My legs sweep here and there, knowing not at times,

Where I wander in or else where I wander out,

Oh, what busy life as vehicles on roads,

No time even to beautify myself at the mirror,

Or fix my hair, caress a friend, lift up my chin,

For the machine body is destined to get rusted,

Exhausting days now seem so good outwardly,

But striving hard to finish off works interiorly,

So weary & worn-out I become easily and wish to rest,

When will my projects finish, coz I need,

To give a rest to my UNTIRING LEGS,

I sit & say now, from my class first row bench.