GRUESOME SPEED
Immaterial of apparel,
Having had no dazzle,
Whether or not in frazzle,
Or on razzle
You, on wheel,
Chase no more than thrill.
Life is like a rill
Meandering on gravel
Mixed with beryl;
May be a riddle,
Embellished with frill
Running with devil
Truly, peril;
Excruciating drill
Causes trill
Being a brill
Know what, grill
Even behind grille!
Being brittle,
Atop anvil,
Would your shrill
Help save a bristle?
What use of cavil,
When your yell
Doesn't worth a rattle!
No cause to growl!
Speed, surely, will
End in hell,
And, that's evil's will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this marvelous play of words! Also honor the great warning implied to be cautious on the road and avoid unnecessary haste!
Thank you Valsa for your comment and wish you and yours a very happy and satisfying new year 2017 as well.