“Naheed
be good
Don't
make a mess around
You
have your bike
Don't
forget to follow the rules”
But
Naheed never listens
He
thinks he is the king on the road
He
makes so much noise on his machine
Cruising
around the neighbourhood
He
races along the road
Weaving
his machine
“What
rules for me?
“I
am the daredevil”
His
mother stands at the street
“Naheed
be good
Don't
get carried away
Devil
will take you if you forget”
Naheed
smiles
Cruising
around the neighbourhood
He
sees a pretty girl
He
forgets to slow his machine
Next
thing he knows
He
turns turtle screeching tyres
His
mother hears it and shouts
“Naheed
be good!”
“I
am so sorry ma'am
He
cruises right to my lane
I
couldn't control my car in time
He
crushes into mine”
Naheed
lies in hospital
Legs
and hands in plasters
He
remembers his mother advice
“Naheed
be good”
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