Bicycle Maiden Days
I still feel the breeze by the river I used to amble by
With you I roamed the town down the ways,
I still smell the aroma when you used to paddle by
With you I lived my most memorable bicycle days.
I still hear the bell tinkling behind me
With you I had clustered all my priorities,
I still count the number of spokes those are rust
With you I learnt to live with modesties.
I still remember the alleys where we made secret love
With you I even rode to the faraway clouds,
I still see the midnight moon and hear the dogs barking
Withal I surprised you with a fresh rose before the dawn wakens.
I still admire the time when we went on with little fistfights
With you I even smiled most to the joyous abandon,
I still wonder what went wrong and the town still speak our story
With you I had a dream to live and I miss my bicycle maiden.
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2012
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