Tuesday, June 24

A POEM and a BIKE ...

Note like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed , sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.

From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 

Keep, ancient lands, you storied pomp!” cries she with silent lips.
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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Post Scripts: 
Poem is "the New Colossus" by
the the Jewish American poet Emma Lazarus.

The Bike is

resting up hills in Waynad, KERALA.

Cold winds blowing across the hills,
or in the deep dark  by the golden bamboos,
SURLY is the owner's pride !!    


hari said...
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hari said...



Where did you assemble the Pacer? How much did it cost including the frame?


just as I am said...

This is a stock bike : full imported from SURLY.

I did bike-sizing to zero in on the comfort of riding it.