Upon my trusty steed i ride.
Steel horse.
Many horsepower.
I ride alone.
Solitary cointentment.
Confined in my own world.
A knight of steel challenges me to a joust.
But this leather clad knight has the will suceed to survive.
Enjoy the freedom that cars do not possess.
Suffocated by glass and safety.
I am open to all things natural.
Road opens below my wheels.
I am tasting freedom that car drivers will never feel.
Step out from your box of discontent.
A few thousands of youe hard earned money.
Certainly, well spent.
To make you feel life, love and all is funny.
Another world will open up where other knights when you from a joust.
Or help you when you feel alone.
Take that chance and leave the rat race.
Buy a motorcycle and restore that smile in your face.
Ibrar Siddiqi 28.02.2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem