Bicycle

A bicycle rolls on two thin wheels,

Gliding smooth, it gently feels.

Pedals spin and winds do blow,

Taking me where I want to go.

Bell goes ‘ring ring’, and I ride fast,

Through the streets, the trees rush past.

With every turn, I feel so free,

My bike’s the best friend there could be.

 

Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade ten in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.