That one funny night, do you recall as I name?
Few passerby crossed us, since it was 2 in morning.
We two spirits like an wild owl,
Blowing our trumpet.
Made plan for farther distance,
Mapped all pathways with old scooter.
Still remember, was clear sky full of stars,
Took a re tour around streets, while city was asleep.
Our two wheels were fast enough,
Speed breakers were nowhere to stop by,
Here, an adventure of rare
Saved in memories, now story in my book.