X - An Ounce In Excess

 

There I lay

securely fastened

and held down 

by the metal bolts

beside a bunch of others similar 

Each of us endeavouring 

in all our earnestness

to take those ounces of load 

when the wagons of life

huddled past in all their fury

As we bore every single signature 

of those abrasions in a trail

each one couldn't help but wonder

if I were the only one burdened

with an ounce in excess

Until that one day in bloom that had arrived

when those dainty little dandelions sprout

amidst us, the cold hardened metal tracks

and stood there without a bend or a stoop

nor with the slightest fret in their loop

Thus, as we, the tracks lay there, as if in a trance

and the wheezing wagons wheels crushed past 

the gay dandelions in all their delicate sway

still smiled away, undeterred and unburdened 

with any ounce that was in excess

PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter X.   

Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.