Wheels of Freedom

In Delhi’s snarl and monsoon’s might,

My Xpulse rides through day and night.

Through traffic jams and pouring rain,

It’s my escape from daily strain.

The silencer hums a soothing beat,

Throttle rushes, high beams greet.

Engine braking calms each turn,

Sleek indicators help me yearn.

Rushless tyres grip the wet,

Turning struggles into a thrilling bet.

But as I ride, a dream takes shape,

Of distant lands where hearts escape.

To Spiti’s heights and Khardungla’s cold,

Where tales of adventure are bold.

I seek a partner, a soulmate true,

To share the thrill and scenic view.

A pillion who dreams of endless roads,

Of mountain paths and winding codes.

Together, we would chase the sky,

With every mile, our spirits fly.

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So if you’re out there, ready to explore,

Join me on this ride and more.