Music To My Ears
At the end of courtyard
A rusted pink bicycle
Lies lonely wearing patina of memories
I can't bear separation from
My adolescent mate
Once decorated with red butterflies
Is slowly losing the shimmers
Webbed carrier for all my teenage precious possessions
Holding all dandelions and golden rain tree blooms
Ah!that ringing bell
That I adored so very much
Riding with flair through pebbled boulevard
Up,down,up racing with wind
Through the hilly tracks
I rang and rang
Even when none were in sight
On silent summer afternoons
Today I tried to press the bell
The faint voice died in flick of time
It brought back flood of memories
To my arid heart's shores
Still is music to my ears
My bicycle's ding-ding
14/02/2019
Copyright © Purbasha Roy | Year Posted 2019
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