Isn’t it a miracle?

That we with no

Eyes and ears

Honking on the roads

At every bend, turn and

Corner,

Ignoring pedestrian

Crossings, encroaching

On their right to cross

The roads safely, shooing

Them away to race our cars

At break-neck speeds,

Bribing the police to get away

With our mischiefs,

Having under the table

Money exchanges with the agents

To get our driving licences.

All the rules being flouted.

No respect for road safety laws.

We, the blind and deaf people

Suddenly, almost miraculously

Start seeing and heeding what is

Being said to us in countries

Other than our own; become

Civilised drivers, with no need

For honking while driving,

Reversing and turning.

All the mayhem that happens

On our Indian roads, where

People don’t follow their lanes,

Come threatening us with their noisy horns

And nerve-racking swerves; just the places

Need to change, and the same people find

Themselves quietly going through the roads

Abroad. But India isn’t destined to see

Such miracles. Or is She? Some eon, may be.