The Sunrise Ride

The alarm cried at 3 in the dawn,

The silent moon was just new born. 

My eye lids squeaked in a shaky mode;

Lost in darkness and sent abode. 

I woke up in annoyance and dosed so heavy, 

Gazing the sleep of my parents near me

I quickly adorned my cycling suit 

And grabbed as fast the apple fruit. 

Leaving the house in half an hour, 

I sighted pleasantly the Morning star. 

Off to the venue to host a ride; 

I breathed with burden but pedaling in pride. 

I reached the gates so sweating in passion,

But found nobody in the sporty mansion. 

I clutched by the keys and opened the shutter; 

As the dwelling temperature was rising better.

The guys entered the morning show;

As one by one they joined the row.

My blue cycle so classy in style,

The posture was ready and burning agile. 

Together we rode to nearby grave;

Never bothering if anyone dared to save.

We pedalled tight with the midnight ghost,

Along the banks of the eastern coast. 

Hours and hours just piling up,

As we parked our vélos at a certain hub.

Sunlight peeping and so happening to gleam;

We swam there ecstatic in nearby stream. 

All wet in the nicest feel,

We halted steadfast for an early meal.

Water bags drained till the very last drop,

As we plunged again in action like never to stop.

After miles of coverage and utmost pain,

Even the slightest regret just didn’t remain;

As we made it a day of hearty success,

As our shadows cherished the morning madness.