Wild People's Wild Ride!
Just a bicycle to ride around this neighborhood,
Of six continents, mountains and thick woods,
A float underneath makes a hovercraft to sail,
Oceans of knowledge and wisdom parasail.
Not puncturable tubes on its confidant wheels,
Cautious breaks applied at every seducing tool,
That sells the conscience at bargaining price,
Love the cross continent tribes with no surprise.
Abundant of resources to be shared and enjoyed,
The games of currency, metal and commodities,
Weaken the money and devalue the affordability,
The countries pay treble and get halted financially.
Riding through the economic vault of universities,
Where the brains found out the principles of economies,
How far we shall go on this pyramidal lavishing,
Are, what we leave behind, more important than the living?
We have a cycle of life, not a bicycle,
Where the mended mistakes be amended,
A cycle of life be happy and enjoyable,
Riding through the tamed culture is pleasurable.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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