ME ON MY MOTOR-BIKE

ME ON MY MOTORBIKE :-

A gentle wind caressing my hair,

Tiny dew drops flicking onto my face

From small plants and branches of trees,

The slight chill of the early morning

Seeping into the pores of my skin,

The luke-warm kiss of Sun-beams

On my bare fore-arms,

A darkened vision of the quiet scenery

Thanks to the sun-glasses over the bridge of my nose

Butterflies dancing above the petals

Of wild flowers found on the fields on either side,

The excited chatter of a group of birds

As they suddenly take-off from the branches of an old neem tree,

Fresh air embracing the insides of my lungs,

The gentle comforting throb

Of the ancient engine between my legs,

Two sleek wheels

Skimming the surface of a smooth super-way,

Speed, Safety, Splendorous moments, 

Pure, Pristine and True…….

How much, those gone-by before me,

Had endured in their own life-times,

To give me this!

FREEDOM….