A Bicycle Ride

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It all started on a beach,
With an elderly hand and a hop,
Entire World then seemed in reach,
And the Quest would never stop

Dropping in where the Life, the Death quells,
Testing the calf strength in the sand,
Wading through the sea water and shells,
Feeling like possessing a magic wand !

Pedalling on empty boulevards,
Racing down the steep hillocks,
Exploring the roads with unknown odds,
Gazing the sunset on bridges and rocks

The raw energy of the pre-teenage,
Those innocent stalking rides,
Crazy dreams and blind courage,
With buddies on either sides

Splashing the pools in pouring rains,
Water spurting from the tyre’s grips,
Through villages braving the muddy lanes,
Amidst the town practising flips

Today, even the kids ride petrol beasts,
Traffic is high and a cycle hurts pride,
Yet the Spirit and Pleasure persists,
As I set on a bicycle ride …