Swerving left
swinging right
sometimes down
sometimes high
the swift on
four wheels
was flying high
even at eighty
it seemed a stroll
we were all eager
to reach home
the sun was hiding
slowly on the horizon
on my right
open fields
clear blue skies
endless sight
then the road rise
on an incline
no vision of
other side
from the corner
of my eyes
Saw him sitting
as if beside
remorseless
focused only on overtake
two cars on my right
stunned, i gasped
how did i miss
the heads on collide
then on on every high
with no vision on other side
I was honking mad
to discourage
ugly overtakes
grateful to the grace
of the divine
the family survives
another reason to be
on art of living
the path kept us alive
swinging right
sometimes down
sometimes high
the swift on
four wheels
was flying high
even at eighty
it seemed a stroll
we were all eager
to reach home
the sun was hiding
slowly on the horizon
on my right
open fields
clear blue skies
endless sight
then the road rise
on an incline
no vision of
other side
from the corner
of my eyes
Saw him sitting
as if beside
remorseless
focused only on overtake
two cars on my right
stunned, i gasped
how did i miss
the heads on collide
then on on every high
with no vision on other side
I was honking mad
to discourage
ugly overtakes
grateful to the grace
of the divine
the family survives
another reason to be
on art of living
the path kept us alive
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