THE ROYAL KING
A roar
that I ride on a sturdy beauty, Powerful marvel traversing on tarmac.
Sliding
myself imperially on the realm of its majestic design,
A
splendid monarchy of engineering that I kick start with every dawn.
Accelerating
the most powerful marvel…like a roar that the Royal King of the jungle takes,
And with
every step the jungle senses its thump…
so does
my Royal King reverberates on the road.
Ruggedly
enticing…cool yet simply designed…making it a dexterous expedition,
I drive
my powerful marvel…vibrating the senses of the atmosphere.
Heads
turning back…without a wink they gaze at my Royal King,
Alluring
the crowd I give it a roar...Letting them know of a man on a burly machine.
Crossing
the road…riding on an extravagant motorcycle,
Unpretentiously
need I say more…it makes its own statement.
With
blistering sound and hues and grace that its body carries,
I drive
along with myself a retro-chic…a beauty of yesterday…redefined today.
Need I
say more…for a robust brawny grandiose bike,
A pride
accolades its crest with stand-apart applauds indeed.
What
else could it be called as…
Yes! I
own the beauty beast… The 500 Classic ROYAL ENFIELD…
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