It's six thirty in the morning,On the highway 'am again,
Trucks and cars already hornin'
Slowly crawling in their lane.
I am waiting for my brothers,
Fellow riders, to arrive.
Was informed there would be others,
Novel faces on this drive.
I can see on the horizon
Line of glistening headlights.
Here it is, my sweetest poison,
Coming at me in my sights.Riding gracefully till breakfast,
Changing scenery and road.
Fine asphalt replaced in contrast
By ball-crushing episode.
All bad roads are far behind,
We are hitting final stretch!
Now I get my peace of mind,
What a lovely photo-sketch!
Ancient temples, palace ruin,
Bishnupur has showed us.Goat-chaser in the brewin',
Can you spot him without fuss?
Selfie stick has much importance
To some brothers from Bengal.
How else you'd prove attendance
Of these rides to your sweet gal?
Photoshoot is not a problem,
There's so many sexy brands.
Debarshi's held en emblem,
Karma does come back 'round
Arjyo'll tell you for himself
His RC has kissed the ground
As he went 'cross the delf.
Sun was setting in the forest,
Through the "Hati corridor",
Our engines revved in chorus
Mir - was our monitór.
Getting home wet 'n' exhausted,
Got me miles under my belt.
I'll recall this day 'n' boast it
Till another one be dealt.
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