By: Kousik Adhikari

Girls know bicycles when the sun looks green over the hilltop
And the water feels devilish before turn cold,
On my way home, I see several of them
Riding with their finished smiles
Still painting blushing designs
On their paradise faces and the Adams will not know.
Sometimes I hesitate to look at them, those real creatures
Sailing smooth over the curves, bends of road to somewhere-
Somewhere they will rest their canoes, their cycles
Under some burning trees, near the oceans churning hell
Until the thirsty Satan would like to taste the water,
And the Adams will not know till the sun breaks for dawn!