SONNET NO 51

A cycle ricksha is good fun,
Two sit together,
Holding hands,romancing in the sun,
The cool breeze, fine weather,

Moving between cars,
As fast as a hare,
Holding firmly to the bars,
The speed gives us a scare,

When something comes he rings a bell,
It has a tingling sound,
And all the crowds move so well,
                                                                                    That we can speed around,

                                                                                      A dream for many across the shore,
                                                                                      Is to sit in the Indian cycle ricksha.