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I am riding on the bike;
On the pillion seat
You are holding me tight,
Your chin
Digging deep into my shoulder,
And occasionally, your teeth !
If your hair are blowing
In the wind,
I do not know:
My eyes are searching the horizons;
Nor do I see the eagle
You have sighted in the sky –
Ask me not
Why eagle builds its nest
On a distant cliff,
I only know
It likes to soar above the rest ;
Who is more lonely ,
The eagle or the sky ?
The sky has many eagles,
The bird has only one sky !
Your words are blowing away,
Pillion Rider,
Your words do not reach me ;
Soon the sun will set
So hold on tightly
And gently rest
Your cheek
On the nape of my neck,
And wait
For the journey’s end.
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