Like the return of the prodigal son
I was told of the return of a prodigy
I used to have in my hey days
It must have been an auspicious day
The day I became the owner; I literally owned it
That was an impromptu decision
I had some cash, I hardly knew driving
I went to SDA market with my friend
And I owned it
That night I could not sleep
I was driving the whole night
More than the thrill of acquisition
It was thrill of speed
Now no one can overtake me
It had so much space, it carried the whole family
Without ever feeling overburdened
Often, somewhere in the middle of the road
She would suddenly stop, not because of her fault
But because of insufficient food
Often, I forgot to buy her food
Often, I could not buy her food
In those moments, instead of dragging me, I would drag her
Once she would get her required ATP
She would be ready to take me to conquer the world
No one can dare to beat me
I remember her loud sound, without mufflers
I can feel the thrill to conquer, the magic moments
The thrill of conquer is so deafening
Only the winner can hear
One day my rendezvous with her ended
I left her, for the sake of better things
It was a sad day
That day she was not empty stomach
I still remember the last kick
I am happy that the prodigal son is returning
With lion’s roar, to conquer many hearts once again