On paying the price!
Tender and mischievous all at once
Longed my junior to ride a bicycle;
As proud as any bullying brother
I undertook the task of accompanying him;
Helping him out on the rider's seat
Stretched his hands to the firm bars;
One leg-force on the right pedal
Leaned he on my smooth chest
To land me on the rough ground;
With strenuous pain got I up
To find my little one holding his bicycle
Impatient to continue the arduous task;
'So heartless,' I felt!
String of falls followed by
Rising up to action,
On my part!
Never once did he have a mercy fall!
Strange indeed thought I!
Screaming for his lost bicycle
Came a big-moustached well-built man;
Sensing imminent danger
Galloped my brother on the velocipede;
Thrashed me, this man,
With little feeling
And vowed to steal my life, for his cycle.
Limping and hopping and bleeding
Haven home reached I!
My little urchin
With an ice-scream bowl,
Caught him by the collar,
Shrugged he a lone word,