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Dogs greet, everytime, they meet, they meet, everytime, like the first time, pushing their, wet nose against you, to play, everytime an urge to, rush and stay.. while sleeping, when aproached, their tail, would still keep dancing, while digging their, sniffs onto their toys, they come to you, all jumpy and pouncing, with eyes seeking, approvals... They keep you protected, in a manner like, no one else, they check if you are okay, and follow you, to a cave or, a shabby mess.. They make requests, which even though, hit rejects, doesn't end up, reflecting stature, rubbing themselves, all over you, they sit alongside, as if they are, always ready for the ride, whenever... If it's late, They wait, If it's hate, They relate, If it's tears, They seek to distract.. Trust me, At some point they do, Have the power to read your mind.. They come to check, On you at night, They always acknowledge, That you are right, Your daughter just adores it's presence, Even though more ofte

Scooter Rides

 Feet would float,

Music would stride,

Singing while flying...

In my father's scooter..

That glides...


Standing upright,

Right next to the headlights,

Gripping the lights tighter,

While feeling lighter,

As the twists and turns,

Went out of sight...

Like the arms of a wounded fighter..


Family of four,

In a wheel of three,

A picnic, a restaurant or a department store,

In the marching spree,

While I felt free,

Stalled at my scooter's best seat..

Sneaking a treat,

Or smirking a fleet..

Make way for the horn,

For here comes the feeling 

To experience which you were born...




Holding onto a wedding gift,

Or a toy to play,

there was always plenty of room to stay,

Afternoons pretending to ride,

Friends coming over to stand beside,

Catching a nap,

Or hidden behind soothing a bumpy trap,

Always doing what's told,

Striking that bold look,

Aced that sturdy equalizer..


I grew tall

but dad never made the call

for me to take the back seat,

as he knew I loved the streets from the front row,

and couldn't believe that his daughter would one day outgrow...

waving people,

swerving medieval rush,

was an era that vanished..

as I stood there astonished..

still dusting her out till date,

and keep  remembering our first scooter ride...




*Dedicated to all the Scooter Rides With My Father that I enjoyed during my Childhood



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