My Bicycle

I used to have a ride Morning and evening time I prefer To see my beloved friends The people and their fast moves To work places, schools, and hospitals I like to see the good faces With so many aspirations and imaginations Of life and day to day living To make their own world of happiness I used to ride in an old bicycle That have no bell or carrier Managing my own way of rides And carefully tide bell metal bell While the cycle moves it rings As a warning signal to pedestrians Rides out so far with maintaining safety Where I think life itself is a ride And clever ones wins and moves fast And success in every action they achieve The bicycle ride a ritual like to me Everyday passes with happiness One day my bicycle was on strike The old one I am near to death Give me a pleasure of life by service Which I promptly adhered to achieve Otherwise my life will be boring The health aspect of cycling I found useful Which is environment friendly everywhere My friend and companion and well wisher My bicycle carries me with proud One day it tricked on my safety And fall in a big pit and a little fracture Still I love my friend which boasts Look my master I don't want any fuel I am not making problems in any way I am long enough to exist in world Still I obey your commands and carries you.