Rules Of The Road Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Rules Of The Road
Ahead of me a hill to pass and the road is slippery & full of bends.
I am a driver not a jockey and this my old crock but not a Stallion.
Oh! I have passed my history teacher who was standing at the bus stop
Since a long time and not aware of the General Bus strike.
I am sorry my brakes are not so good
And the road is slippery, ahead of me a hill to pass.
All of a sudden I saw a racing car has overtaken me
And the history teacher in the car.
I am very happy that she got a ride at last
And would be home earlier than me.
* It was written in the History of the bygone roads, but the modernized peculiar World, on their highways we are just puppets?
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8/29/2026 6:40:50 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
There is much to be said for the kindness and courtesy of the past. Nostalgic write, Nimal. Warm wishes, Sandra