SPEED THRILLS!
When VICTORY was conceived in the womb,
There was a premonition!
While the irrepressible wags yearned to comb- -
Many a Myth would be due for demolition!
That the scion would tread the chosen path
And allow anointing the ideal groom...
He chose different ways- ignoring the elders' wrath-
Of reinventing the family heirloom.
Embraced speed to reach his goals
And rode over pit-stops in a natural hurry- -
His quests eventually left gaping holes:
Presenting his spirited fan-club a huge cause to worry!
(C.) . KUMAARA SUKEJA MARCH.2016.
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