The Great Indian Road Tamasha

By-Spadika Jayaraj, NLS, Bangalore.

There’s no hidden, unwritten code

That drivers promise by

For the only rule on Indian roads

Is “Don’t hit the other guy”

One-ways have no meaning

Actually, neither does two

For when the roads are literally teeming

Zig-zag will have to do.

 

Here, the definition of traffic

Is ‘Anything that’s on the street’

Cattle, scooters, speeding pricks

Navigate, or admit defeat.

 

Potholes, God’s own speed breaks

Plot to ruin your drive

As you watch an auto overtake

You hope you reach home alive.

 

A scratch, a dent on every car

For our streets are battlefields

Of vehicles, animals and worn-out tar

Our conscience our only shield.

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