SCOOTER

O, scooter!
Renew thy energy
Your look so worn out
Had I loved thee more
Or, thee loved me more
Reckon thy Silver jubilee!
I have reasoned for thee:
Season thy change.

In many a soulful moments
Thee carried a patient-me
In all mournful slumber
In hail and in storm.
Do thee not remember
The night and dusky plight
Together had we not tread
All the slippery paths galore?!

Thy face downtrodden!
Is this my fault, Scooter?
I only can clasp my hands
Please, don't push me away
To vehicles Motorcycle or Car
Thy succor in my needs
Are more precious than my veins

O, scooter!
Vigor thy zip!!