The first travelling wheel
Of most humans is a pram
Sleeping in which
The baby is a doll of glam

Then comes the artless age
Of riding a tricycle
From three wheels to four
And finally a bicycle

As adolescence comes their way
Cycles are thrown away
Vroom vroom symbolising adventure
Motorbikes pave their way

Then comes the secured environment
And hard earned money in hand
Ranging from Maruti to Ferrari
A car occupies the garage land

But as the age increases
The efficiency of the body decreases
While carrying them all along
Their wheelchair sings their song

Finally the desire
Of a pause by the heart
Leads to a final travel
In a funeral cart

So as a baby you have a pram
And then a motorcycle to tickle
Moving on to a luxury car
In which you love to buckle

Wheelchair then moves around
Carrying your old age load
Followed by a ride in a funeral cart
For heavenly abode...