by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
I was on road, riding on my bike,
Something hit me or I hit something, which I dint like,
For a moment, I said hi to my soul,
Never realized, that there was a pothole.
Hey Mr.Pothole, you are no crater,
For this is a road, you are just a clutter,
You are ugly, why are you here,
You are a road monster, whom people fear.
You are filled with muddy water, when it rains,
While passing by you, I have to use all my brains,
How did you exist, who is your creator?
Somehow now you have become a predator.
I can’t identify you, even after passing by you each day,
You grow bigger; you change your face every day,
To avoid you, I take a different route,
For you are my enemy I want to shoot.
Unfortunately, I find your family everywhere,
The roads now need a new sign board saying, Beware, (Beware of potholes)
Hope your future generations get extinct forever,
Let this bring us relief and I see you never.
Last updated October 18, 2013