ZojiLa

A boy named Faiq,

Had a motorbike

He used to race,

On the streets of my place.

He was so fast,

He never came last.

Many girls were impressed

By his skills and his Charm.

"I'll be late nanny"

He said to his granny.

He started his bike

And went for a ride.

It was Friday

He reached Sonmarg

"Let's start the race"

He said to his friends.

Faiq was in front

For two-three miles

Neck to neck

With other guys.

Blind curve ahead,

A board on the road.

"Let's try a stunt"

He said to himself.

With Increasing speed,

He lost his control

Felt off a cliff

On Zoji La Road.

Zoji La remains,

But Faiq no more.