The king on the road in india
we all know it is the 'BUS'
The subject or the samanyan
is the common pedestrian
The rule of the road too is power
the traffic rules cannot even be implemented here
the king has his power in the engine....as well
he has his union
It is an art to cross the road as a pedestrian
with a hope on the 'brake' of the king...and
his other 'engine' friends is the pedestrian
the king's mind is on his stake in the collection
The abuses you would hear on the road..shows
there is no red cards or refrees on the road
'if you can drive a day on the road...without abusing
you are a saint in the making'
The peak hour bus travellers..they are real darers
the acrobatic style in which they cling on really scares
a single man to handle such a crowd...no wonder
the worst of his behavior he holds as his shield
Iam a pedestrian...iam a biker on road
Am i a saint on the road
You must be living in Mumbai Samanyan...I can totally empathise with you. You can add the yellow and black cabs to your list of sinners..I have enjoyed this poem 10++ from me.
cities can choke us in every possible manner...no method to this mad urbanization!
discipline should comes first..then, respect what is imposed...then, everything follows...this s a good eye opener.. naizz
'Iam a pedestrian...iam a biker on road Am i a saint on the road'...perhaps a running saint mindless of earthly disturbances...we can do nothing but laugh...just laugh it out...I suppose all the cities in Bharath are the same
A subject untouched...you touch it fresh...and make it blush...good write on the plight of pedestrians versus bus trafic in Indian cties...10
A good at the unruly traffic conditions in our country. Enjoyed it. CP
If you aren't, then you must have the devil in your back pocket. I understand what you are saying. India has always considered the greatest commandment in Christianity is the one that said, 'Be fruitful and multiply.' Never mind that it is not a commandment. They think it one. God bless the union of a man and a woman! GW62
''if you can drive a day on the road...without abusing you are a saint in the making'- I liked these lines very much. Yes, this is the Indian condition from which we have practically no escape until we flew to some European countries. There can be so many reasons for our present picuture but the main question is - does an average Indian really wish to follow the traffic rules?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It almost sounds as if your traffic is as in countries like Haiti, , where one drives..and pedals, , , at his.her own risk....some drive on the right...some on the left...some in the middle, , , only a saint might survive...