Golden Ride

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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 richness there.
The Gracefulness in HER eyes,
We were all blessed by HER.

We Drove back home,
Like a thunderbolt.
The Sun was burning,
Like a bullet from colt.

-Sunil

Sreeshmith,

Thanks for coming with me for this drive and I am happy that it was a refreshing one .Your wits and presence made it wonderful.
Let’s plan the rendezvous soon…

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