Monday, April 22, 2013

I look at my poor bicycle

And I look at my bicycle,
Lying calmly under the tree...
Staring at the hustle bustle of the cars,
Listening to the noise of different vehicles...
What would she be thinking lying there quietly?
Is she thinking about the by-gone days?
Days when she used to take me for rides,
On long rides on the same old road...
That used to be her friend few years back,
But has become a stranger with the passing time...
I wonder how does my poor bicycle feels?
Sad, depressed or lonely...
She is lying quietly under the tree,
Looking at the road filled with cars...
I feel like she is waiting for someone,
Yes, I know she is waiting for something...
Waiting to take me for a ride again,
Waiting for me to take her on the same road again...
Perhaps she is curious to show to all the other vehicles,
That even today she is the best friend of that road...

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