Roaming Freely
A bicycle poem

I wonder about the days when my spirits were free like yours
you didn’t have the thoughts of a human but the freedom to explore the roaming around in the wheels of excitement the bells to sound the breaks to stop and look around handles to steer through roads and streets like other kids
your wheel circles marked our journey towards a kid’s exploration of his so-called world nothing was impossible even a race with a bike
our journey marks in places probably decayed in time
but imprinted inside the mind of once-upon-a-time kid now adult, yet reminiscing our companionship, a true friendship, a cherished one.
Suntonu Bhadra March 2021
From my ‘old poem archive’ list
