The world followed him whichever way he went;
He sat behind with his back facing dad’s back.
He loved to go on rides this way almost everyday,
On the pillion of dad’s scooter
But turned around towards the road he sat.
Trees waved at him goodbye,
He sped away but they were all left way behind.
People walked backwards and glanced at him in awe.
He tried counting the white lines that were strewn orderly on the road,
As their scooter zipped ahead.
Clouds stood still looking down at him amazed,
Birds tried to catch up with him but they just couldn’t.
He made noises of the roaring engine and a cacophonic horn,
As if he was driving a big truck, he frequently changed its imaginary gears.
And maneuvered skillfully holding onto the spare wheel at the scooter’s rear;
The road looked never ending and he wished they’d never stop.
He had no clue where dad was taking him this time,
He’d put a million questions but none got a satisfying reply.
Surprise was one thing which Puttu disliked as it made him look bewildered,
But the ride was so enjoyable that he really didn’t bother.
Just then the scooter came to a screeching halt
Right next to a tall compound wall.
He slid behind and gently fell on his dad’s back.
Suddenly, he looked up as he heard a familiar noise,
And his hope filled, big smile returned as a plane flew lowly over his head.