Stranger’s Bike

The stranger’s bike preceding mine did look Precarious. It’s veering right and left, And screeching wild; jetting out inky smoke. I kept a safe distance behind this threat I reached a small village, after an hour. He’s there sipping some tea at a kiosk. He laughed and asked, “It seems I struck a terror” I smiled and said, “I keep away from risks”. Finished his tea; lighted a long cigar And drew few puffs into his lungs “But why you slowed down? ” asked looking ajar “My bike, you could have well overtaken”. I too lighted my favorite cigarette. Over the rings of smoke I did react “My friend it’s true I keep away from risks” “Prefer I stay but close to Don Quixotes”