Kota Varadarajulu Raghupathi
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Ode To My Cycle
Sixteen summers peddled I
like a lone tiller in lone world
a fine Hercules with no gears
that lived with my father for eight winters.
A transferred gift it was in1982 with no price,
nothing else I inherited then and thereafter.
It waited like a pet dog every night when unpeddled
and took me round with a sweet soul moving
with the resurrection of each day
rode upon sizzling roads, escarpment, bridges, bushes, brambles
in spring, summer, autumn, winter
regardless of grammar of the earth.
I loved the clinking, creaking, screeching
and the disappearance of ...