Evening Ride

Trees lined up in the avenue street

As I passed by me they did greet

By throwing a whiff of fresh air

In the polluted city there is no compare.

As I cycled ahead came across a signage

Glory be to God

As a non-believer left me a little awkward

A surprising bit of patchwork on the road

Smooth passage on the cycle, happily I rode.

Rain and Sun playing a monsoonal game

It was the time of the Sun, no need for any blame.

Workout done, calories burned, endorphins flowed

Along came the words, poem completed, in my mind I glowed.