Road to Freedom

Wind running through the hair-

Dried like a shrub of the desert,

Face smitten with dust,

Fingers giving in to the breaks and clutch,

Toes paining at each gear shift,

And the series of questions bothering my mind.

I put on the helmet once again,

Wear the gloves to cover the pain,

As I ride through the chaos of my mind.

Wrist speeding up the throttle,

Gear shifted to the highest point,

I make my way through the winding roads,

Chasing the sun-

Peeking through the pine,

Meter’s hand crossing the speed of ninety-nine,

I can hear my heartbeats-

Throbbing like a child,

A drop of tear falling from the eyes,

The adrenaline rushing through my veins,

The bike vibrating with the uncertainty ahead,

Until the body gives up to the pain,

I experience utmost calm,

As I rise above the fear unharmed,

And take a road to FREEDOM!

Road to freedom

Author: Hariom PrabhakarSingh

Finding solace in travel and writing.

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