With My Boots Still On
With my machines. Generally, I stick to my native language Kannada to express myself through poetry and in English to express through prose. This one of my few and rare attempts to write in English. A Rider’s dream I want to go further, boots strapped tight, To distant places, far from sight, Where few have wandered, bold and free, Where the roads are calling, out to me. Goggles down, helmet on my head, Beard beneath, and wind ahead, Revving my bike, through dust I tread. I want to go further, boots strapped tight, To distant places, far from sight I want to go further, boots still worn, To those places, where new paths are born, Where few have ventured, unadorned. I want to go further, boots strapped tight, To distant places, far from sight Riding gear, not for show or pride, Not to look slick, but survive the ride, An old fool riding with life on his side. I want to go further, boots strapped tight, To distant places, far from sight I want to go further, boot...
