Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
Chauffeur - Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
It is a pleasure to be in a car
Where the driver has no ego,
Not against the other fellow
Not giving way, or brushing you past,
Or a smaller vehicle trying to overtake,
Or a cranky pedestrian off with the boss,
Or a troublesome old man, crawling across,
Or BEST bus, street-smart auto-rickshaw,
Mindlessly speeding truck, anyone trying
To show off, be it noise-making Ambulance
Or a beacon-topped car, with lights flashing,
And feeling a foot or two above traffic rules.
It is not given to many
To have the fortune of young driver
Who knows his job well, tends his car,
And yet has no ego hassle at all,
Especially in the chaotic traffic of Mumbai City.
I am one of those lucky ones.
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