Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Safety is love
Safety is love.
Three riders actually 3 and a half,
On a two wheeler, the day of Holi.
Mom eyes filled with with the love blooming in her womb,
Dad proud of lovingly providing for all,
The Sonny boy in the front, face flooded with glee,
Hey dad look I am flying faster than you can see.
Either it was human infanticide saved,
God intervened and his poor heart must have raced,
Or perhaps the tyre commercials were indeed true,
They must have used the brands,
They not matter what stick to the road like glue.
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