Ode To The Pot Hole

Oh! Dear pothole on the road

The bottomless pit that you are

Budgets are spent in crores

But you remain a pothole has ever.

In this land of a great democracy

You make the citizens in traffic go slowly

Be it a cyclist or a honcho in a Mercedes Benz

You treat them just, as you mighty, please.

Judges wake up in monsoon to pull up the commissioner municipality

Commissioner Municipality orders execution with a rapidity

The engineer flays the contractor for failing to fill up the potholes

The workers fill up the potholes so that on the citizens it doesn’t take a toll.

No sooner you make your presence felt like a whole

The roads become one of the potholes and you have the last laugh.

In spite of crores being spent

You remain a pothole as ever.