Being my very own of all...
I wont mind even if i fall...
Just two wheels letting me fly...
Height of flight is a matter of sly...
Bond to be together with...
Came into my consience ever slith...
Not being a big big hunk...
Yet better than the big fat chunk...
I soar to the limitless speeds on it...
Reluctant of the meter, i burn it...
It makes my hair go wave behind...
Such an ecstasy is rare to find...
Slim and long and fuel efficient...
Devil inside but outlook is decent...
I know they call it my bike...
But i love to call it as MY RIDE...
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Insomnia inspiration
PoezjaFor the readers- Observing is one of my best addictions. I observe everything from the buzz of a fly to the storm in the sky, from two lovebirds to two birds in love. And whenever i get an urge to express them, i start writing. Poetry is just a way...
