Coming to coming again, Going to going again.
It's a bike ride but took me to the mountain.
As not being a traveler of again,
Finding a ride, where the ride does not repeat itself.
A place where traveling ends.
That's a place, That's a place, That's a place,
A sound from inside looks like a call.
Make me settle down, Oh!, That's a place.
Coming to coming again, Going to going again.
But not a traveler of again,
As traveling end here.
After a while, after took a rest, All voices gone.
And, again this happens, I found myself on a ride.
How still I am on a ride.
How, How, and How to keep me worried like a warm of a fire.
Then, someone said, was your presentation ready,
Now, it's a work ride, where a place is running itself.
What I am preparing, Everyone is preparing, that's a ride.
Coming to coming again, Going to going again.
But not a traveler of again,
As traveling end here.
After reaching, the top of the mountain,
Parked bike, near the gate of the yard.
I took a coffee and relaxed for a while.
As not a traveler of again,
I found the engine was not only in the bike,
Whoever is traveling engine is with them.
So, I schedule rides for actions in a table like,
Coming to coming again, Going to going again.
But not a traveler of again,
As traveling end here.
~Aaditya Narayan Shakya