My Bicycle Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I used to have a ride
Morning and evening time I prefer
To see my beloved friends
The people and their fast moves
To work places, schools, and hospitals
I like to see the good faces
With so many aspirations and imaginations
Of life and day to day living
To make their own world of happiness
I used to ride in an old bicycle
That have no bell or carrier
Managing my own way of rides
And carefully tide bell metal bell
While the cycle moves it rings
As a warning signal to pedestrians
Rides out so far with maintaining safety
Where I think life itself is a ride
And clever ones wins and moves fast
And success in every action they achieve
The bicycle ride a ritual like to me
Everyday passes with happiness
One day my bicycle was on strike
The old one I am near to death
Give me a pleasure of life by service
Which I promptly adhered to achieve
Otherwise my life will be boring
The health aspect of cycling I found useful
Which is environment friendly everywhere
My friend and companion and well wisher
My bicycle carries me with proud
One day it tricked on my safety
And fall in a big pit and a little fracture
Still I love my friend which boasts
Look my master I don't want any fuel
I am not making problems in any way
I am long enough to exist in world
Still I obey your commands and carries you.