Of Bicycles And Men Poem by karanjeet lakhanpal

Two tiring eyes
One failing faith
Two hands in tandem
One lost religion
Two legs toiling
One goal
Two minds
One aim
Two bows
One two one
And then comes three
And sets me free
One two three
I am set free
Is there any more
Perhaps a four?
That make me soar?
Or take it hi
Sing for a fi
Maybe six
Will fix
Or seven
Is heaven
Is it eight
Sounds great
Any space for nine?
I am beginning to be fine.
Whats next? Holy life
Just a one and a ZERO
Sorry, i am still trying to be
Somebody's hero!