Maybe it’s Mumbai’s infectious positivity or the rider’s insatiablehunger for adventure. But whatever it is, it drives these zesty bikers to keep moving and never settle. They can be found in groups during the quiet hours of the night, always seeking a thrill, thoroughly enjoying the gusts of wind blowing away the mind’s clutter and allowing contemplation.
In the hustle bustle of Mumbai, a rider writes his destiny
With pure grit and determination
He bows,never to step back
Or deter from his trajectory
Amidst the crowdy streets of Mumbai,
Where people chase their dreams
Where people search relentlessly for their purpose,
A rider looks in wonder and feels a sense of belonging
People call them by many names,
They go by ‘nocturnal spirit’, ‘wanderer’, ‘rover’and so on.
They’re so fast that people can only catch a glimpse
Or see a silhouette of a man who’s sure of himself.
An epitome of grace andvalour
They don’t need validation
Many questionstheirjudgment
But when has a lion concerned himself with the opinion of sheep?