It's six thirty in the morning,
On the highway 'am again,
Trucks and cars already horning
Slowly crawling in their lane.
I am waiting for my brothers,
Fellow riders, to arrive.
Was informed there would be others,
Novel faces on this drive.
I can see on the horizon
Line of glistening headlights.
Here it is, my sweetest poison,
Coming at me in my sights.
Riding gracefully till breakfast,
Changing scenery and road.
Fine asphalt replaced in contrast
By ball-crushing episode.
All bad roads are far behind,
We are hitting final stretch!
Now I get my peace of mind,
What a lovely photo-sketch!
Ancient temples, palace ruin,
Bishnupur has showed us.
Goat chaser in the brewin',
Can you spot him without a fuss?
Selfie stick has much importance
To some brothers from Bengal.
How else you'd prove attendance
Of these rides to your sweet gal?
Photoshoot is not a problem,
There's so many sexy brands.
Debarshi's held en emblem,
With the fountain of sands.
Karma does come back around
Arjyo'll tell you for himself
His RC has kissed the ground
As he went across the delf.
Getting home wet and exhausted,
Got me miles under my belt.
I'll recall this day and boast it
Till another one be dealt.
Thank You Krishna Gopal Das for this amazing poetic writeup.

Photo credit - Mithil, Amjad, Mir
Thank You,
Warm Regards,
xBhp Kolkata





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