CYCLES
BISWAJIT
Once I saw
I got a tricycle.
Two rear wheels,
At left and right:
Love and dislike.
In-between,
Hopes and scopes
Formed a soft saddle.
Atop I sat astraddle.
The front wheel
Was made of instincts.
Ethics and inner wills
Formed a firm handle.
Most bikers around
Were riding bicycles.
Front and rear wheels
Were of credit and debit.
Little ethics and urge
Had shaped the handle.
Oho! I saw
Some awesome
Enlightened souls
Riding unicycles;
Tough to control.
Just one wheel
Made of
Beatitude.
Saddle was made of
Sheer selflessness.
We all are on
Some bike of life;
Each cycle we breathe:
One pedaling.
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