Cycle. - Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL
I rode my bicycle for a number
Of years, before my car came,
In great delight of speeding
Away competing with buses
And cars, futile, but with
great happiness of riding
My own bike with own strength.
Places I travelld, saw monuments,
museiums, libraries, and coffehouses,
Went to college and university,
It was thee who made it
Without cost except small repairs,
Clocking alakh odd kilometres,
Withouth any pollution whatsoever.
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