(076) What A Bike Means To Me! Poem by premji premji

(076) What A Bike Means To Me!

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While wandering through my friend’s timber-yard,
I wondered watching those huge Redwood trunks
Lying unnoticed with more than 200 inch girth…
They are from Amazon, my friend told.

Amazon River basin –
‘The lungs of the Earth’ –
And her rain forests will
Soon become extinct…
Then what will happen to my Kochi,
The queen of Arabian Sea?
Will she sink?

In Kochi, even beggars own bikes
I hate bikes, if I ride one
I will end up under a private bus
They are the most silent killers
Their drivers are most dreaded people!

Every healthy man breathes
12 kilograms of fresh air everyday,
My doctor tells.

Now imagine how much fresh air
Your bike consumes; for I just give
A simple equation:
Every bike is equal to 10000
Healthy men!

When the snow of Mt. Kilash
Melts complete,
That’s the end of mankind…
That day is not farthest…
When you are riding on full throttle
At least think of our future
In large scale!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 23 August 2008

A good poem that cries over the crisis that soon may bring ruins to the city Kochi, the Queen Of Arabian Sea...I share your feelings and concern, Premji...10

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Shalini Kts 04 September 2008

every guy loves bike but you are different in thinking and has thoughts that are broad, that think about human and health... great work

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Sandra Fowler 13 November 2008

A different point of view, but a very enlightened one. May your message be heeded. Excellent write. Kind regards, Sandra

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Shashendra Amalshan 01 June 2009

this is a very amusing one for me..and very entertaining..I liked it very much..thanks for the entertainment..i thinks i gotta read it again..interesting and very creative poem..it is hard to write thought provoking ones while keeping the entertainment factor intact..great job A++ I love riding mountain bikes so much regards with love shan

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Reshma Ramesh 26 May 2009

thought provoking one..........well penned

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Pandian Angelina 23 May 2009

Prem, The BIke was the most romantic vehicle to me The speed with which it transports - Body Mind and Soul, the wind in my face The tears streaking out of red eyes The machine which has a soul That blends with that of its rider Man and machine become one in a Bike I used to feel, to love before - Yes, My knee weakens on hearing its heartbeat You come again, Prem, ascientist In a starched white coat, you quantify You evaluvate, you show facts and figures And make us think again - Of More important things than just A ride on a Bike! Thanks for sharing your thoughts - so different, so provoking! Angel

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Subroto Chatterjee 08 April 2009

Premji, Che was an avid biker, truth-seeker, and hitch-hiker in his youth (he died young too) . Glad to know you differ somewhere! Cheers. Subroto.

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Sandhya S N 10 March 2009

Dear, I appreciate your concern towards nature but the fight goes not between the pure Environmentalists and developmentalists. Whom do you belong? ? ? sandhya

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