Treasure Island

Harshit Agrawal

(15-07-1998 / Raipur)

A car is just a car


A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far

When it gets you in time to the bar
When you are addressed as Madam or Sir

But for some
A car is not just a car
It is a home
After a daylight roam

You see, to me
A car is just a car
Be it in a new silver shining coat
Or one decorated with rusted scars
And then there is a simple reality
The most important is Passenger capacity

Whether be it a personalised 8 seater stretch limousine
Or a 2 seater Ferrari with an exploding engine
A car is a car
A vehicle of motion
A medium of transportation
Even when it shows signs of erosion
As long as it can move from junction to junction
It can be used, even its every function

A car is just a car

Submitted: Wednesday, October 17, 2012

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