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Five Hundred Rupees

Five Hundred Rupees

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Boisterous laughing, endless chattering

Down the roads, we are racing

Back and forth from side to side, zigzagging

The engines of our motorcycles revving

Long bike rides with a bunch of friends,

What else can be more liberating.

 

The winds blowing through my hair

Taking on the world without a care

My friends cheer me on as I dare

To dodge the highway patrolman, his blare.

I wave the five-hundred rupee note in the air

Price of the traffic ticket I evaded, trust my flair.

 

I made it to the front page story

My triumph, my pride, gone awry

The roads were predatory

In the picture, my cracked skull

And the drenched note looked gory

All that is left is misery

If only I had worn my helmet strictly

My parents wouldn’t be weeping bitterly

 

Don’t copy me, I was crazy

How I yearn to go back to my party.

Helmets, Traffic rules are for you, your safety.

Follow them fastidiously, you won’t be sorry

Another statistic, another history.

 


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