City Rider

Twisting and turning Speeding and slowing Through the labyrinth of streets Braving the noise, the crowds Boxed in by tall buildings The bike rushes as if to escape- Suffocated, nearly strangled.

It climbs a flyover Higher, over the lowly lot A blooming Gulmohar By the side, smiling And then – a patch of sky – Bright, white And farther, a deep blue.