Speed Poem by Sumit Ganguly

My racing cycle is a running cheetah,
every stride is a canon ball
it breaks all the limiting shackles,
gust of wind- a joy unbound.

But mobike is my flying horse.
Roadsides flash as shuffling cards
receding horizon crush under wheels
I circle the world with youthful force.

Speeding cars are comfort boxes,
air travel is a blindfold ride.
Only a speeding motor bike
can compete with our life style change.