Fabiyas M V Poet Free verse

A New Generation Ride

It’s a new 
generation ride – 
with her arms entwined
around him like a grape vine.

Pulsar, their bike, 
zigzags like a snake; 
sometimes it prances as
a horse – yet a speed reduce
both dislike – it’s a ride along the
edge of the other world. Everybody 
startles and curses. Any urgency, they
don’t have – it’s a fun. Really adolescence’s 
partially blind – it seeks the greatest pleasure in 
the highest risk. All the thunderous sounds – cracking,
breaking, blasting, and so on – have been synchronized on
 a horrible track – silencer spits fire – all are odd alterations.


Though our roads 
are acquainted with such
rides, this one ends in the rear
of a tourist taxi. Red liquid spreads, 
and an ache flows slowly to somewhere.



First published in The Literary Hatchet by the Pear Tree Press, US.

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