WAR AND PEACE of a biker One fine evening i planned to visit a beach to stress out....Hyper tension and Current situations busted me to the core, I ought to find solutions to it so i moved to beach. WAR STARTED THERE..! Traffic hits and hurts my mind Horn sounds kills my eardrums Exhaust gas hit my face and blocking my nose After this hail and storm i reached the beach. Removed the helmet lie-down on sand played a song to ease out the stress CONCLUDED WITH PEACE..! VISIT OUR INSTAGRAM PROFILE BIKERZ BREED SASIKUMAR ------------------------BIKERZ BREED-------------------------
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