BICYCLE
Paddling uphill the untarred road
to reach the gold magnet
dust of failure
clung to my feet
tap-tap and off it went
like smokes of the past
My tyre got stuck
in a pot-hole
making my groin ache a little
dismantling, I noticed
the tyre's spike had an ass
and the heat had become
my second skin
After the kissing of spanners
I was up again
then came the father of all
Yes, of all the hurricane
bringing me to a halt
But the sun
I could still see
it's rays piercing
right through me
awakening the strenght of my legs
And of all this
were just God's own test of fire
to make me a fine steel.
Collins Bannu. S.S. 3A
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