I am annoyed of this narrow busy road,
by seeing everywhere might is running on it,
it's might of VIPs with armed guards,
it's might of money, with long big cars
creating traffic and parking problems
and sometimes it's physical might, too.
Traffic rules are there but nobody cares of it.
I am a weak and helpless person!
Having no alternate but to ride a bike
that is run by costly gasoline,
while long big cars are run by cheaper
compressed natural gas.
Alas! I cannot ask the rulers why it's so.
Soon I am relieved of my mental pains
when I think this entire world is like this.
Heavenly laws are there but who follows?
Can I ask Him why don't you interfere?
While He is reputed to be kind and benevolent.
If not,
how can I ask the unkind and unbenevolent ones!
Perhaps I am the blood on a narrow busy road
of this limitless universe,
came out from a smashed body in an accident!
Irony! I am crying on my broken bike
I am least worried of my severe injuries.
The poem is wow....I would like to ask a question....which are the new words in the poem
Very true....and you have expressed the mental agony very well.. Can I ask Him why don't you interfere? While He is reputed to be kind and benevolent. If not, how can I ask the unkind and unbenevolent ones! ...excellent....thank you very much for this great work Akhtar
Accidents are very often happened due to many reasons and disobeying of traffic rules is one of them. Dear Akhtarji, you have so nicely and astutely inscribed this poem on accident. Hope it will bring nice react among the readers.
Very thoughtful write. A daily nuisance we common people have to face. The questions we keep asking the ruling elite but never get answers.
What a great thoughtful poem! .........................................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well penned on the busy traffic roads and a common man's frustration