Harley Davidson

HARLEY DAVIDSON The roar of the victorious twins that spark, Enigma of the spotless glint in the dark, The riders, symbolic of rare brood, Tattooed with insignia and bandana as hood. Third year of the twentieth century, there starts a stride, Relentlessly over a century, stands stout in pride, The post First War years, gave birth to the twins, Sidecars mated, to the 18 horses’ wings. “Milwaukee” heaven, created the stars, In a big bang scatter, they traversed the universe, The years of the big wars, saw seventeen-inch twins, Immaculate with epaulettes and battle olive greens. At the end of the war, God lent a hand, To evolve a shiny steel armour for the generation, next clan, The Knuckleheads, the Glides set the road on fire, Protectors of human dignity, induce fear on felons’ desire, The low riders of the seventies, launched with a zing, The world of its class termed it “A mean machine”, The XL’s the K’s, roll out with a whack, Its looks and tyres, burnt all tracks. Then there were the softails, those flew like a dove, Elevated the pillion rider, for the embrace of Love, The zing of the V2 and the double chrome exhausts, Reflects the personality of a star, that rocks. Out arrived the fat boy who could cruise an endless mile, Traverse across the continent in elegant style, The Dyna and the Low Riders with their fiery spokes, Came in with accessories that included tattooed blokes. The King of the road with flashers and sirens run, Vigilant officer in uniform with a holstered gun, The Buells, The Cyclones, The Lightning and Thunderbolts Menacing street fighters, up on the roll. Exotic long forked choppers, on a smooth ply, The rattle sound merges, with a helicopter in the sky, It is the character, that reflects, the heart alone, The charisma, of falling in love with, ‘Harley Davidson’. By Pradipta Roy Choudhury From The Transient Soliloquy published by Notionpress https://notionpress.com/read/the-transient-soliloquy