The Bullet…

It is over four months now since I started riding the bullet. It is a wonderful experience handling this huge thing. The following is a poem on my bike, which is also the fourth poem of my life…:P

Bullet is more than a bike..

It hits the road like a pike..

Comfort is what it feels like..

As in running in a spike..

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Rallying in the bullet..

Empties the wallet..

For what you get in return..

Is a ride without any concern!…

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  1. Vivek31 October 2009 at 04:27

    Whatever be the time…
    Every line in my poem will rhyme..

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  2. Vayanakkaran31 October 2009 at 08:16

    A bullet is just yet another bike
    Which you happen to very much like
    The happiness which it can make
    Makes you see it more than a bike
    Rallying the bullet is a real gain
    But emptying the wallet is real pain
    I remind you my friend, yet again,
    There is no gain, without some pain.
    (well, if you call this a poem, then it is the Nth poem by me. But I think poems have something more than rhyme)

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  3. Vivek31 October 2009 at 09:13

    @ Vayanakkaran

    Hehe…
    Yes, poems should have more things… but i don’t think those will ever get into my poems!! (What a confidence!! )
    BTW, I liked your *poem*

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  4. Renjith31 October 2009 at 13:20

    I liked both..

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  5. Vivek1 November 2009 at 07:09

    @ Renjith..

    Thank you!

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