He : The Scooty Rider...

When a boy

Have to drive a scooty

He only knows 

What he expresses himself!

Loudly loud bullet

He also likes a lot,

Splendid sports bike

He too aspired to be,

When people from side to side

With their motorcycles go beyond him

With the speed of even less than a hundred cc

He also had a pain in his mind,

Amid Lightning-fast stacks of motorbikes

From the sight of girls trampling him

He also has great vibrancy,

But he understands the responsibility...

Always he examines

Father's compulsions a lot in the heart,

He witnesses

How mother dissolve

Expenses of household

Behind her smile,

He simply sneaks in just as quietly.

With the Scooty came from father's honesty

After handling all his work s on roads

By removing the expense of his happiness

Over the burden of homely-needs

He takes all the feelings to follow him

Who often tease him...

When a boy drives Scooty, he knows

How even in his defeat, he wins his victory!