In the Bicycle Age
When I was a kid
We rode all the way to Delhi,
Yes we did!
Somi and Ranji and I …
It took us three days
As we pressed on our pedals,
All two hundred miles
From Dehra to Delhi,
And they gave us no medals!
We sheltered in dhabas
And ate what they gave us,
But no welcoming crowd
In Delhi received us
As dusty, dishevelled
We crossed the old bridge
And rode round the city
And camped on the Ridge.
Next day we rose late—
Our bodies they ached—
So instead of cycling
All the way back again
We put our bikes on the train
And went home in style
To Dehra from Delhi,
Somi and Ranji and I …