Hum Aur Hamara Bajaj!!!

A lot had happened on a scooter ride 

The front seat embraced the years of 

my blooming height 

beeping horn was not noise pollution 

but for us the moment of pride 

Dad used to tilt it to one side, empowering superpowers in it

The engine roared as we hopped on it

A Gush of wind on the face in the bustling city lanes 

LO, l on my brother, squeezed between mom and dad

We Spent hours sitting on it, pretending to ride 

That “ek chakkar” before dad leaves for office made our day bright 

“Hamara Bajaj” was all we had