A curious vehicle cycle is–its passenger is its engine
Poise for the convenience of the rider–it is a machine of precision
As school children, we were ambassadors of cycling
My new cycle, a birthday gift, had shining tyres and steel shimmering
In my initial days of learning, I shouted at everyone, “Give me the way,”
Bewildered they looked as on the road often I used to fall and lay
Soon confident I became, sprightly motion gave me strength and zing
A sense of freedom and empowerment made my pulse race and heart sing
I overtook other cyclists chuckling with pride and passion trillion
Friendship and camaraderie with other cyclists were always my vision
Caught I was once by a policeman, with a faulty bell I was riding
He scolded me, somehow bell rang, and he let me go–smiling
Silent, non-polluting, easy to park, good for waistline & wallet–on cycle we rode faraway
Commuting by bicycle was an absolutely essential fun and frolic of the day
Every time I see a youngster riding a bicycle, the future of mankind seems like spring
Riding the bicycle of life, you don’t fall off unless you stop pedaling–this is the best thing
Dr. Ritu Kamra Kumar
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