Moving towards the darkness
a flight into the unknown
swiftly crossing all fences
i was all alone.
My feet not touching the ground
but no, i wasnt flying
by the gravity, i was bound
though my thoughts were defying
The cool scent of the air
could take you to heaven
and the wind through the hair
would put you on cloud eleven
I was moving at great speed
without exerting a muscle
I was on a high, indeed
riding on the bicycle
Thanks to the great sage Vasishta for lending his cycle and inspiring this poem...:D
V Madhavan Nair (1945-2025)
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