I Remember The Day Of The Bullets, Yezdis And Rajdoots Comments

I still have the strong memories of Bullet my dad owned and Yezdi too. Everything faded with time.

It is about the Bullet, Yezdi and Rajdoot motorcycles once rumbling on the roads.

Bullets and war! ! Hatred! With the wickedness of mankind on earth. Hatred and war will NEVER bring us peace. Memories! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.