LOVE AND HATE: MY BICYCLE STORY
LOVE AND HATE: MY BICYCLE STORY
I, an enthusiastic
tiny little girl, eyed for acing the bicycle,
Did not owned one,
but was a default owner of my brother’s bicycle.
The thin legs covered
with lacy leggings never took a hiatus;
As I wanted to feel the air as fast as the
shooting star.
Comes the season where my neck always hides
under a muffler;
One fine early
morning, the night owl becomes an early bird;
The thin legs stride
towards the road with a frosted brook nearby,
In search for my
friends’ cycle, so I could ride or at least walk along with it.
I got the bicycle,
started to ride it with a little ease and then suddenly,
Tyche appeared and
then boom! The thin leg was inside the frosted brook;
I could not feel
anything but the cold water; as if it was penetrating inside my body,
Making my whole-body
shiver and freeze at the same time.
Entered the house
only when the sun rays were strong enough to un-notice my wet socks;
Did not wanted to
hear my mom grudging on my pity scenario.
I hated that scenario
but I was glad because I was very near to ace the bicycle by then.
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