Once upon a time a biker old,
Rode on the road alone.
Front of him came a car racing ahead,
Crashing into him and killing him right then and there.
The car driver accelerating ahead,
With the dead feeling in his head.
Not stopping with fear of consequences,
Still going ahead away from that place.
Then came the police force there,
With an ambulance and its ringing bell.
And in this way the poem written by me,
Shows the incident very clearly.
Telling the hit and run driver not to repeat it,
Because the next time it can be a small boy very,
Or a pregnant woman going for her delivery.
This is a message for all reckless drivers,
To go slowly and carefully,
So as to prevent crashes that kill our dear ones only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done parth keep up the good standard