My pretty pink bicycle, when I
rode,
I took the much less
travelled road.
I felt once more like a
little girl,
As the wind blew, and I rode with
a swirl.
Being a lady all the
time,
I was getting bored.
The simple joys of life, I let
unfold.
My heart leaped as I
recollected
The
cycle races, with flowers in my basket.
The first day was so exhilarating,
Just four rounds and I was
panting.
It brought a smile back on my
face,
Was a happy sight as everyone
gazed.
My friends took turns &
enjoyed it plenty.
Kids loved watching, their new
cycling aunty.
--- Rashmi Gore
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