Midnight cycling
I was cycling on a lifeless road,
Empty road wasn’t so empty;
Every gun was getting reload,
Crimes at this time was so trendy;
Cool breeze was hitting my face,
Free bird in the city was the case;
I’m only twenty,
Meanwhile others getting hefty;
Every face looked at me to tear me apart,
Wished I had learnt martial art;
Every dark place sounded weird,
My soul was getting feared;
Never dared to stare back,
Anyone can drag me in a gunnysack;
Every road seemed to be inclined uphill,
Struggling me like military drill;
Felt someone trying to drag me behind,
Petrified was the state of mind;
Struggle to reach home doubled,
Courage wasn’t getting summoned;
Needle of my watch reaching 12 o’clock,
Left me with an insulin shock;
Reached home safely,
Calories burnt was one-eighty.
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