A Tribute to the AutoRickshaw
Look around, the roads seem strangely quite and peaceful
No noise and Pollution? Nothing running amok like a mad bull?
A flash of lightning, and it jumps out from the frying pan,
Here comes the AutoRickshaw, so watch out Super-Man!
You glide through the roads with poise and grace
Spewing poisonous smoke onto eveybody’s face.
Millions of devotees call out to you every day
You will come only if the driver feels like going that way.
You feast on petrol, kerosene and maybe even Jet Fuel,
You could put Schumacher to shame in a racing duel!
You draw your prey in, promising to make the day sweeter,
Then cheat them out of their money, with the tampered meter!
Preaching through portraits of fables and holy messages,
Bad drawings of Rajnikanth and other Bollywood sages!
You fearlessly roam the city streets like a giant toad,
You truly deserve the title of THE KING OF THE ROAD!