on a friday midnight
switching the headlight
chasing with the wind
without a doubt in mind
blowing horn blinking lights
entering the wrong lane
crossing 150 in speedometer
a thrill on every meter
making the engine sizzle
in that midnight drizzle
i am a cowboy on this steel horse
i ride hey !! i am a cowboy
the crossroad red lights
indulging me to higher speeds
The fuel burned faster
hey! i am the ride master
leaving away the smoke behind
racing towards the hiding moon
Caring for nothing else
just drove it like i stole it!!
P.S: the author aint know riding
2 comments:
Nice poem nice rhyme scheme.....I know how difficult it is to write about things which you did not experience.hope you get the point.
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cheers
yeah ..i agree author aint know riding but the experiences he felt are truly possible
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