An accident

It was a bicycle, not very old

I don’t really know, I was just told

On a sunny day, in winter very cold

I decided to ride it, while blindfold!

Ah! I know it was a stupid attempt

Ignoring maa, showing contempt

Since I haven’t cycled in years

I would not lie; I had my fears.

Of course, I know how to cycle

But I guess my luck wasn’t idle

After a few metres, which were even

The cycle was now pride driven.

“Yeah! I am definitely best at it.”

-and the next moment I was hit!

We fell, after I crashed into her

I unfolded and emotions begin to stir.

I was smiling in pleasurable pain

Listening to her euphonic complain

Annoyed, she left and I beheld

Down on the ground, mesmerically jelled!

It was her first and last sight

That I could catch up and light

An accident led to transient delight

Or was my maa, as usual, right?