day in and day out.
An armour on my head,
A prayer on my tongue,
And I am off.
A battle-field it is out there,
Masses of metal and rubber,
Competing for vital space,
Edging, sneaking and snaking,
Any damn move to head the race.
Inhaling the heat and smoke,
from silencers that make noise,
The more they spew and rumble,
The more I tumble and grumble.
The lesser I live for another day.
Turn left and beep-beep,
Turn right and honk-honk,
NO, it wont stop,
Only until they drill your head,
and squeeze the life out.
curses upon curses,
threats and intimidations,
one dare not be a saint,
it is best to don the war-paint.
survival of the fittest it was,
rule-flouters now it is.
what after this all?
don't look for accolades and all,
if you still have the drive,
if you still have the breath,
that's more than what you want!
4 comments:
haha,,loved it, :)turn left and beep beep..turn right and honk honk..this can b a good innocent sounding introduction for primary class students to da devil .. :)
Haha... Good one. The worst thing about the traffic is that nobody has the patience to wait! Everyone wants to break to rules so as to get to their destination quicker! But we don't realize that it's only us that is creating the chaos in the first place. If everyone of us were to follow the lanes and rules, we'd atleast be able to move smoothly. More importantly, our travel times would be more predictable.
Simple and succinct. the state of affairs can't get worst, or is there something more to happen
one can never be so sure in these times,
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