Bikers Aren’t Savage!

They call us ruthless,

We call it being passionate.

B’cuz who says roads can never be your love,

After-all, they drag us away from pain and help get rid of!

The morning bliss you’d find in your coffee mug,

We explore it in adorning our bikes.

When the fog there on its rare view mirrors,

Urge us to crusade the banks of all the rivers!

The chirping birds and songs of nightingales,

Which would seem the most soothing to your eardrums.

Are yet not few things which could excite our soul,

Rather what thrills the mind is our bike’s roar!

So, you claim gems, flowers and chocolates,

To be the best presents of this world.

But you go and question a die-hard biker,

And the only craving would be for riding gears!

Yet, we’ve got a heart of gold,

Which sees its special beauty in everything.

We seem savage cuz that’s how we ride,

But truly there are tons of laughter we’ve never denied!

Adventure is exactly what defines us,

And what not other than roads have we traversed.

Where our ambition finds the right path,

Its only through riding how we portray our art!

Though next time you may find us the same,

The very tough, solid and masculine riders.

But indeed, you’d know what biking has bestowed us with,

By ingraining in our souls, the riding fears you wouldn’t ever resist!