Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
The Red Buses in Mumbai
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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