It’s not about making into hall of fame,
It’s the survival of fittest, name of the game.
Its an on going struggle, one has to take,
After all, it’s one’s own head at stake.
Sheer grit, is the need of the hour,
It’s all about game of will power.
Everyone everywhere pushing one another forward
Jumping signals, honking to glory and driving wayward.
Utter chaos and disarray with heated verbal strife,
It has become a way of present day’s life
This is all our un-civilized driver’s bestow,
In the rush hour’s when our Indian traffic is at flow.
While we refuse to learn from the civilized world,
Many a lives continue, to fade away un-told.
A Vehicle and a license is just ain’t enough
Oodles of valor required to drive on Indian turf.
Life is too precious, to give away in these traffic dares,
But how many today really.really… cares?