Riding A Motorbike Poem by Kishore Kumar Das
Riding A Motorbike
Feel like a bird
cutting the wind
rider moving forward
road moving backward
fingers controlling the speed
freedom is born
no physical force needed
for this euphoric journey
enjoy the silence
amidst the greenery
water glittering in the paddy fields
the tactful manoeuvre
racing the wheels
power, performance, pleasure
wild adventure with glamour
ride bike in top gear
age does not matter.
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