And after
DAYS AFTER-8
Know not
After how many years
Rode a bicycle on my village road
The road was a bit different
So also the atmosphere
But my feeling was as great
As it was years before
When I first put my foot on the pedal
I was a little shaky and nervous
But as I started pedalling
My fears vanished and
I got on with the game
Like a child venturing Mount Everest
The cycle took me to my good old days
When I was a kid aiming at the sky
The moment was unforgettable
I was in class five or six
When I tried to ride a bicycle
The feeling and enthusiasm
Is the same as it was in those days
When I moved along the village road
Familiar faces danced before my eyes
A few familiar sights came into view
My past reincarnated and
I re-lived my early childhood
In a different way
The cycle made me
Rediscover the child once again
I found the same urge to climb the hill
The same passion to fly in the sky
To move into the woods
Treck in the hill and
Dive deep into the ocean.
Yes, my cycle returned my days
And made me a child once again
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
8.12.2022
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