Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

The Red Buses In Mumbai - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

What is BEST about your buses?
You hog the road, like an ugly toad.
Where you STOP, the road STOPS.
Show no care for the humble Road-ents,
What to talk of pedestrians,
They are fodder for all who burn rubber.
Why don't you at least be more creative?
Put an A between E and S,
BEAST is what suits you best,
What's in a name?
We are here to suffer your pains.

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A drivers nightmare.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 5, 2013

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