I drive through the silent darkness, all alone,
If I don’t see you in time, I’ll surely break a bone!
God knows what was in the mind of your maker,
All hail thee, You are the mighty Speed Breaker!
Unmoving on the road, you lay in your slumber,
10-to-1, even the mighty buffaloes you outnumber!
Instead of warning us to be careful and slowly tread,
Why do you put up a sign that says “Hump Ahead?”
And then there’s your cosuin, the infamous pothole,
Seems like you’re a part of the Indian road’s soul!
As soon as the rain comes I hear you cheer,
‘Cause in infinite numbers you can now appear!
God only knows why the hell you exist at all,
Slowing down traffic that’s already in a crawl!
Only bike guys with girlfriends really like you,
They brake sharply and come a little closer too!
3 comments:
sorry for visiting ur blog blindly... a poem freak i am.... BTW.... cute rhyme sequence....
I wud like u to join this community called poetry is the cure owned by a Brazilian poet Mr.Jean pierre-Barakat....
On orkut....
i just wandered onto ur blog from gagans' ... this is nice candid stuff ... quite hearty indeed!
Nice poem. Brought a smile !
The pothole in the Indian soul is a very nice concept.
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