Those Joy Rides Poem by Padmanabhan Ananth

He continued to be my faithful vehicle
To the days of college, right from school
Every weekend I'd, wash, polish, oil him
After such sessions, he'd be prim-n-trim

His was not like those well-known labels
The popular BSA, Raleigh, Hercules, Philips
'Rudge' was his name, I did carry a grudge
But when wanted another, dad didn't budge!

He'd faithfully fly me to my nearby school
And in the stand ever wait for me as a rule
Ride half-way to college, pocket money saved
Movies, eateries, that would help me spend

He'd know every colony, its nook-n-corner
He'd ride me with my pals, ever in cheer
I'll ever savour all the joys he brought me
Setting me wondering where he'd now be!

Unforgettable are the days when with pals
I would ride him around even doing 'doubles'
Angry cop for beating law once caught us
Penalty: I had to let go the air from tyres!

An odd feeling this: when riding my cycle
Dreamed of car: oh, the 'ultimate vehicle! '
Now with the motor car, I'm still dreaming
Of days gone by, my joyous days of cycling!
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PS: This is a sequel to my poem titled 'That Joy Ride'.