Thursday, 22 June 2017

A Driver in the Mumbai Rain.

First gear in serpent queues.
Love songs in the rain
Commuters can feel longing
Commuters can feel pain

Untouched by the angry slush
In an air-conditioned cocoon
Disconnected from humanity
Shitty advertising curdling your brain

Driving in the marauding traffic
Skirmishing at each signal
Some trying to edge you out of lane
Some slow car making you insane

There are good days
Days when nothing can dent your smile
Days when you reach before time
And the sun doesn't sear your flesh

Civilizations show character in how they drive
Courtesy for the young, old and animals
Patience and quiet to stop road rage and tunnel vision
And the skill and strength to dominate; even punish sociopaths.

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