My Pink Bicycle

New day, a new morning,

Getting ready to go office.

This day was different,

Different from everyday.

Someone reminded old days,

Filled that passion again.

I saw some girls going on a bicycle,

Back to back in line for college.

I also used to go, with

My friends in college.

I had a pink bicycle,

Had a basket in its front.

Many times fell from it,

Afraid while turning the way.

But, grandpa, my dear one

Fixed it again.

One day, a lil girl put the demand

"What price will you sell?" she asked.

I sold her my bicycle,

At a very lower price.

She asked me for the key,

Which I didn't found it!

Seeing her break the lock,

My tears didn't stop.

It kept up with me a lot,

Even going alone seems long.