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WISE UP, O DRIVER !

Wise up, o driver! See how your
mad impulse
Has set on road the 'wheel of death'
that fast rolls.
Do heed the alarms the past rings 
much in dread,
Of gory fact that has ravaged the
human breed...!
Vehicles are many and chaoticly
mobile,
The road but one, with them runs 
your vehicle.
Your craze for speed is by each 
norm insane,
The spell of haste is bound for
fated bane.
The road that lies ahead ain't bare
or straight,
Or not a race course for your
daring trait.
The right that's yours is that all
do possess,
On self-restraint and rules rests
each success.
The vehicle own may you, but road
you don't,
Licence for all to drive limits 
your wont.
There's danger in your arbitrary
run,
To mouth of Death steers your each
racing fun.
The whim of yours decides your
fate alone,
To save from misfortune, there
is none.
Yet, death ain't punishment you
get and vanish,
But a penance for your kindred
you unleash.
Far more inhumanly is your 
'sin of death',
For painful hell that for them
you bequeath...

Wise up, o driver, wise up!
Beware!
The stalking Death will catch you 
unaware.
The wrath of God will dump you
to perdition,
Forever, you shall suffer in 
damnation!!!

                                -- N P SAMAL

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