Teen

That teen from afar
is about to be heart broken
Coming back from an
Errand he is cycling with
Much enthusiasm
He isn't afraid of the
Bumpy road, rather he
Choses to enjoy the
Ecstacy of cycling hard

Like he is about to win
a trophy he pushes harder
On that bumpy road
Fearless or naive?
Careless or foolish?

He meets his doom
with unprecedented fall
His precious tomatoes
Are scattered all around
The floor

He isn't ready to be
Sympathised by witnesses
He gets up quickly
Ran to a near by shop
To get a black leather sack
He gathers his precious
Tomatoes
Now he is back on track.