Bicycle in Bustle
Trin! Trin! I get a new bicycle on rent
Pretty blue, embedded reflector and a bell of melody
I tell myself 'The time is now' and then
I look at the busy city that awaits
For a ceremonious entry of a new rider
Happily, I set off in the morning sun
But cycling on a busy road is not fun
A car here, A scooter there
Parked unkempt and people indifferent
To what is incoming!
People take wrong sides, I wonder why?
Stop there, wait or gently pass?
I try tell ye, 'Be patient'
The traffic only knows the way ahead;
Cutting off the poor rider and
Singling out to such little measure!
What is my little bicycle's bell,
To the horns that turn people heads?
Yes, the heads do turn for me
Not for the cyclist, but the maiden in me!
I tell myself- 'Enough! It's over! '
And sit wryly at the corner of the road
All dejected and depleted
'Never riding again, bus from tomorrow'
I turn to look at the busy traffic signal
The road hosting the vehicles myriad
I see cars, scooters, buses and trucks
A cyclist, spots the little corner of the eye
He rides on the road with exuberance
He, who does not look at all like me
His clothes are torn and face sunken
Carrying a boxed burden at his back
Another cyclist, a hawker with newspapers
The milkman with heavy milk cans
The cycle is their sole transit, they ride daily
Without the care of traffic and the world
Singing their way through happily, gaily
With that thought, I try pedal once again
Caution, patience, perseverance all it takes,
To see what's ahead and see what's behind
And not think of what is not called
I learn to ride again in the bustle.
A day in the life of a maiden's bike ride. She encounters several people, and writes a delightful poem! Your poem is worth five golden stars!
Such a beautiful write, full of inspiration...Thank you for sharing...a big 10
caution, patience, busy streets, you are on your path on your journey on your bicycle..learning to ride again and again in the bustle and in the crowd...... thank you very much for your poem.tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful analogy drawn between riding a bicycle and life. A well thought-out poem. Thanks for sharing Kanupriya.