Husband gifted my first ever bike,
Guess planned surprise for my job hike.
Ardent fan of scotty brand from school days,
The durability and mileage heard it outplays.
He had thoughtfully booked one in yellow,
Winning my heart, acing it every time, this fellow.
Along with the bike, the key chain he had carefully chosen,
Captioned,” I love my Mom” when my offspring passed it, I stood frozen!
I believe I thrive on little things,
Through Breezy bikes rides I feel flying with wings!
If I had to choose my spirit vehicle,
Obviously, bike! for its generic like a particle.
When it hasn’t been my day,
One short ride enough to keep worries at bay.
Last time I rode a bike, had knocked out an old lady to lamp post.
More than two decades, past visuals, haunting me like a ghost.
Rationally, high time to get rid of this phobia,
With changing times there is no room for this nostalgia.
With growing kid and demanding elders at home,
For any emergencies, need not depend on others to roam.
Of course! I totally get driving is highly liberating,
You get a sense of freedom, which this act validating.
With my stuttering clasp on directions, riding again seems tough.
You only live once, things like this make it worth stuff.
