Why You Took My Bicycle? : (Just A Memoir Of Childhood) Poem by Mahfooz Ali

You took my bicycle
was it you, you thought I liked?
I was just a child
and you were my best friend running wild
that beautiful bicycle with the red apple seat
those tiny wheels with spokes made of steel,
back and forth I rode from one block to the next,
you stood against the wall preparing for your quest
a game of house,
left me feeling like the mouse...
it was an appetizer for you as I laid on that pavement
Damn you! What was going through your head?
Your liquid warmth washed over my soul
it devoured my childhood and left me cold
I hated you then as I hate you now
never to be robbed again, that is my vow... …