My old bicycle was clinking soft
As I pedalled down the plains
Dews were getting crushed under the wheel
Flinging up to trousers some muddy stains
The paths were narrow flanked by
Grasses and wild flowers on both sides
Far away on the left of me I could see
The endless sea and its raging tides
The mystic hills stand on my right
With serpentine paths wounding to the tops
My face seemed wet and hair flowed wild
As breeze flowed over patches of golden crops
Pedalling down a slope I could see
The winged visitors gathered on the trees
Riot of colours stretched to the horizon
With fragrance rising amidst restless bees
Before crossing a runnel I stood
For a while to watch the clouds above
With darkness thickening around them
They were approaching towards the grove
Many a voices were singing a song
Of some tragic tale happened long ago
About a pair of lovers who were found dead
When farmers were in fields to plough and sow
An arrow of sadness pierced through
My heart as the tone rose and fell
I could not find from where it was coming
Though my eyes ran far and wide across the dale
They must be somewhere not far from
Where I stood, sowing seeds bending low
There the cows stopped grazing and looked
For a while with their paces going slow
Emerging from void a string of birds flew
To their nests, to feed the nestlings and sleep
Corns should be bound in bundles and stacked
Before the darkness would gather deep
Though many a races have born and died
The beauty around is still inspiring and raw
Before I rode back to my cottage for rest
I bowed my head to Him in wonder and awe
@Tiku 2014
Enjoyed your ride to a country side on your bicycle! One will be covering so much of distance with vistas of beautiful sights and scenery! You have described them all in remarkable clarity and vividness! A beautiful write!
I like travel-poems...this poem makes me experience the whole trip of yours....your words are so much expressive...great work...thanks and God bless you
Excellent poetry on nature. Vivid images, very descriptive, wonderful flow. Deserves above 10. Into my poem list.
My mind too was on a ride and beautiful it was, enjoying the wayside scenes! Here Nature comes alive in all its beauty and variety......! Lovely poem!
This one is the first in your chest of poems that I could lay my hands upon. it was a great pleasure to have read this poem. Your roaming observations on your bicycle reminds me of Robert Frost and glimpses of his pure observation of nature. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well description. Very nicely envisioned. Many thanks for sharing.