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.