WORD STREAM (50) Dolly's Bicycle
(Dolly's Dream world)
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Tring, Tring---,Dolly's bicycle is coming,
Swing, balance, up, down-and all the tricks,
She masters the handle, with little hands.
May come any problem, she has learnt to fix.
The bike moves ahead in full speed,
Dolly swings left and right on the seat,
She has to save an old lady on the road,
Brakes work, she escapes, smiles to greet.
The bike ,slips on the wet, muddy road,
She falls down, feels scratch on her hand,
Dolly sees, many, many eyes looking at her,
She stands up ,laughs, pulls bike to stand.
Dolly returns home, hero-pride on her face,
Pets bike with little hands, like best friend,
Kisses the seat, moves ahead, and turns back,
Parting away with lovely smile, waves her hand.
In dreams, she sees- bike is flying in sky,
A table fan is clamped along the bike's arola,
She is going high and high, sitting on the seat,
Dolly cries, "Hey, I am sitting in flying "Gondola."
Everything is left below- the school ,homework,
cruel alarm-clock, thick glasses of Maths -Madam,
Basket packed with bundle of "DOs and DON'Ts",
And all teaching and preaching, full of boredom.
Going high and high-but what has happened?
The bell is ringing, sharp noise. hammering the ears,
No, no, not the lovely bike's bell, it is alarm-clock,
Get up Dolly. "Gondola" has fallen-three cheers.
Dolly is now dressed-up, ready to go to school,
She again and again pets her beloved bike,
Reaches the gate, turns back, waves the little hand-
"Will meet in the evening, with all love and like-
-Dear bike."
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=keshav dubey=
(keshavdubey.com)
26-8-2022
