Volume - 1 Issue -3 April 2025
Ode on Bicycle
Beneath the sun, a two-wheeled steed awaits,
Its chrome curves gleaming, eager to explore,
A frame of bones where motion orchestrates,
The pedals hum a tune we can’t ignore.
It carries dreams on spokes that slice the air,
A compass forged from handlebars and chains—
A silent friend who knows the roads we dare.
Through winding lanes where dappled shadows play,
It dances, light as laughter, swift as wings,
The wind conspires to steal our breath away,
As asphalt blurs to streams of fleeting things.
We climb the hills where gravity complains,
Then plummet, hearts unbound, to valleys low—
The earth becomes a song, the ride, refrains.
From cobbled paths where history still breathes,
To neon streets where city pulses race,
It bears the weight of commuters and wreaths
Of childhood joy—first freedoms we embrace.
A student’s grind, a merchant’s laden cart,
A wanderer’s escape to distant skies—
The bicycle, a kaleidoscope heart.
No fuel but strength, no voice but spinning gears,
It scoffs at haste, yet charts the quickest course.
A relic turned revolution through the years,
It threads the world with purpose and resource.
So praise this steed, both humble and divine,
Whose wheels, like time, turn past and future near—
A circle’s grace, where all our journeys twine.
- Sivakumar Raman
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