I am a bycycle
Bought by a boy
Who liked me and his car toy
He always ride me
At the morning of glee
He plays with the toy car
nd put it in a big ja
At evening.
He likes riding me place to place
And also use me in his bycycle race
His friends were jealous
He also made them more jealous
His friend Manu tried to stole
And he was down in a black whole
'My master made a trap for my security'
said the bycycle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a nice poem it is, fantastic on a marvelous theme running like a horse in the race a bird is flying in the sky motionless…..the word is the music in the years and the fine tune Created in the poem…which makes the poem a master piece. Please read my poem ‘’I want to die’’