No Bikes Allowed Poem by Pushp Sirohi

The sign reads clear, in bold letters so,
'Bikes not allowed, ' it seems to say, 'No go.'
For those who love to ride, it's a blow,
To be kept from the road, with no place to go.

The wind in your hair, the thrill of the ride,
The freedom of movement, as you glide,
But now it seems, that joy is denied,
With the sign that says, 'No bikes allowed.'

The road stretches out, like an open hand,
A promise of adventure, across the land,
But now it's closed, like a locked up stand,
With the sign that says, 'No bikes allowed.'

But let us not despair, or give up hope,
For there are still ways, for us to cope,
With bike paths and trails, we can still elope,
From the sign that says, 'No bikes allowed.'

So let us ride on, with hearts full of glee,
Exploring new places, and setting ourselves free,
For the joy of the ride, it will always be,
An experience that can't be confined, or bowed.