My Bicycle Poem by Pijush Biswas

I fly over the plain
No one knows why!
I have no pain
And my heartaches die.

I have my bicycle,
Rusty and broken almost.
That helps me to smile
As much as possible
As I'm it's host.

It bears toil
As much as I give,
But no words from it's mouth
Come, for it may be foil;
And I fly over the plain.

Day in and day out
It makes me cheerful,
And I expose my joy
Ringing it's bell.





December,2013