My Bicycle
I travelled around the world on my bike
I wandered many places that you might like
Hotels, restaurants any other places were reserved
I wanted to visit one glamour hotel
Frozen faces looked at my outlook and my modest bike
They said places reserved and no parking to oldest bike
I was angry at first, but then I felt hungry
Went to the restaurant, no one made me angry there
Cause there was no soul to get my bike to parking there
Many countries around the world sun is shining everyday
I wanted to testify, so I rented Bentley for one holiday
With a hat, put some beard and moustache on my face
My Bentley aided me to see receptionist’s smiling fake face
They offered me rooms that are deluxe
Parking was available to my big car,
People are so flux, yeah so flux!
The world is beautiful liar
Far gone conscience is crier
Magnanimous rich people are truly missing
Greedy rich, filch people’s smell is untruly hissing
I keep on dreaming, riding my humble bike
Wishing to meet modest people that I like…
Copyright © Mirhabib Amin | Year Posted 2015
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