Every time I went past the shop

I stared through the glasses

When my friends walked

Along with me

Foregoing the comfort of the ride

I felt obliged

When I first expressed

My desire to own

Everybody turned it down

Saying it is not safe to ride in Traffic.

I imagined riding on the Track,

boarding the bus

Pulling down and trekking

To the school

So much of a preparation

I played this to perfection

Day in and day out

It took them lot of time

To agree to my request

I surfed net, looked at Ads,

And went around shops

And finally I had the

Joy of riding the cycle

Such a cute, light and bright

Fresh from the factory

I removed the plastic, cardboard

And applied vermilion on the bar

And rode, rode to the freedom

From walking, freedom from

Obligations, freedom to have

Extra minutes of lethargy.

It gave me a sense of independence

A new form of therapy

my key to the world

New roads, new places,

Distances I puffed and huffed

With the help of GPS

Reading directions, making

New inventions

Just got it repaired

For a flat tyre and parked it

At the public library

That’s all for me now left

To describe to police

Lovely orange and blue ladies bike

With grey seat and hanging small teddy bear

To the right of the bar

If you find it please

Call me …