Song of the Qunitet on Motorcycles
On the road After ages, Would be a few good men. Disregarding the aches, The apprehensions, Nervousness and tensions, They would let the wind whistle into their ears and spear through their inners to reach the core of the heart Hoping to clean the debris Of ages long gone past! Under Capt Bala We shall smoothly sail along Greeted by sunrises and sunsets for our lullaby song!