Dad! Years back <br />When you were <br />In your early thirties <br />And loved to ride a bike, <br />A black Enfield it was. <br /> <br />And me as your loving kid, <br />For fun would sit on the fuel-tank, <br />And as you rode <br />With the tempo <br />Of the moving bike <br />And the wind on my face, <br />I would close my eyes <br />And keep them closed <br />Until we reached home. <br /> <br />My mind calm <br />And my thought process meditative. <br /> <br />As a child I little understood <br />But full of belief <br />Of being saved from <br />Every bump or pothole, <br />For at that time <br />You were there to take care, <br />The bumpy ride on potholes <br />Of the rugged road <br />Always made me giggle. <br /> <br />Dad! <br />Now too I ride <br />But on my own <br />And the ride is not the same, <br />Every bump startles <br />And ever pothole scares me. <br />Dad, Years have passed, <br />I still desperately <br />Miss that ride. <br /> <br /> <br />16/10/09<br /><br />maitreyee joshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belief-34/
