The lone traveler is all set to his conquer his long standing dream
Close to 600 Kms of pure biking
The highways, the patches, The ghats
No distance too long,
The conquest to conquer, too strong
To feel the wind is serene, biking alone is a dream
To branch out from the usual is hard, hope to reach far, far
To make it back home in safe and sound is a dream, hope to make it in sheen
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