Biker's Gang Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Bikers have their own judgment
Spectacular show with easy movement
But some young men create nonsense
Go with high speed on read with no sense

They heed no advice on speed limit
Reach destination with all means to greet
Their beloved and show the new bike
Nothing else in their mind to strike

We have terror of the biker’s gang
They are mainly rotten lot and young
They come in crowded place to snatch
The gold chains and disappear before others could catch

Their main motto is to spend on luxury
Have good food and mobile to carry
Visit to good hotels with girl friends
Whole day in merry making and nicely to spend

Police is on tow and make chase
Bikers come with lightening speed and make race
Now people have got little awakening
They avoid wearing ornaments in the evening

The drama is taking even in day time
They prefer broad day light to commit crime
One man drives vehicle and other does miracle
Innocent passers by shout for help and struggle

Police have made enough arrangement
To stop such menace and restrict their movement
Yet it is going on unabated and unchallenged
Police have tough time in coping and it is challenged