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The Two Riders On A Pavement
On the pavement to finite end
We ride two two-wheelers.
We, a young boy on a cycle and I on a bike.
A ride of the kind.
His muscles are strong and he cycles fast
Even as I observe his face blushing.
I let him go first, next I accelerate my machine.
The boy loses for a while..
I smile for a while like a winner
My machine is my pride I feel for a moment.
As I look back, I see the boy coming close
But another thought strikes me down.
I wait for a while and soon he overtakes me.
Let him go first ever.
I begin to recollect my teen age feats
When I too had strong and young muscles like his.
On the pavement to this finite end
Why should I ride my machine for a win?
The triumph of the machine is just stupid.
I salute you, my dear young cyclist.
poem
by
M.d Dinesh Nair
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