Not Merely a Cycle
Years ago, you came into my life
As a Christmas gift from my mom.
When I fell, so you fell
no one can understand the pain of my
wounds better than you, darling.
Keeping hands on your hands (handles)
I dare to run miles through narrow pathways.
The clinking from the round,
metallic ornament (bell) on your hand
Fills me with new energy.
You are the one who knows
How desperate I become to reach home.
You are the witness to hundreds of hills
And fields and parks I have seen.
I can’t even mention the joy of it
When you and I are together, and
Strong winds pass, touching our bodies.
Dear cycle, you are my best friend
As you know me better than anyone.
And you’re dearest to the nature, too
As you don’t smoke unlike others.