Hi. The title of the poem is still the same and I hope you guys enjoy it. It goes like this riding home on a stranger's bike sweaty and tired after a wonderful, wonderful hike walking home is what I should do but it's too late. I need help from you. The smell of soil after heavy rain the sound of passing old trolley train is all the same. It never changed that's my hometown under Himalayan range
Hey, young sir, first of all, welcome to Soul Family. Listening to your poetry, its made me remember when I visited Ladakh or the Himalayan ranges when I was riding the bicycle over there. I just hired the bicycle over there, available on rent. And I remember riding the cycle through the lanes, through those beautiful roads. On the side there were all the ice and the snow and there were these shrubs with small flowers. So you made me remember that by your poetry