The Bicycle

You were never just a machine,
You were my reason of childhood esteem.
That craze of colours,
That adolescence panache,
You witnessed me grow
You convoyed me in my highs and lows.
Our soul dates in those green pastures,
Speaking about those unfolded chapters.
Her confused hug;
My first felt snug.
That first smoke,
Those crazy folks,
My first beer,
That lost loud cheer,
Those rides in rain,
Bringing household's grain.
You never left me alone
Time...though has flown
You still happen to be in my corner
Rusted,old you have become;
You are my little one's humdrum
I relive my lost days with her,
Now when she is your new chauffeur...