My Scooter

a poem by Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai

I have a scooter made in Eighty Six
Which usually starts
After four hundred and ninety kicks
To get detected its numerous snags
I spend hours in a garage
Yet its perfect health
Eludes me like a mirage

Often the oilseal leak
Or the o-ring and the kick
Sometimes clutch goes haywire
Or suddenly there is flat tyre

Many a times in the midst of traffic
Abruptly stops and refuses to move
And I have to take it aside for spark-plug
To remove and check carbon deposit
But with shock discover missing of tools-kit

Mechanics widely differ in diagnosis
Some think its compression is low
Others find fault with petrol flow