Golden Ride
Golden Ride Morning bells or mosquito bites Waked up us sharp at five. Packed the bags after a shower. Left the duplex within an hour. Morning breeze and the golden rays, Made us fresh and start the ride. When Google Maps cleared the way Our Speeding bikes crossed the mile. The lush green fields And the never prune trees, Showed us the way To the free highways. Chasing the cars. And crossing the bars. Made us crave For a breakfast stop. Bills were high $ he paid in sigh. Hit back the roads Under a cloudy sky. Golden temple is the place, Left our bikes in the parking space. Half an hour in the cage, That's the time to get HER grace. Long pathway in the shape of a star, That led us to the golden shrine. The Golden pillars, The Golden Peacock, The Crystal Shantliers $ the Golden Elephant All in the middle, Of the Sprinkling water in moat. Wrapped in silk and full of gems, I could feel HER ri