Formula One - Racing To Grief Poem by santhana louis

FORMULA ONE - Racing to grief


One of my relative was on
his way to Coimbatore by car
Black Xylo - hi-tech, latest
driven by a young salaried- driver

in four-way lanes, the cruising speed
was 130 - plus and 90 on other highways
I just asked my relative, why was such hurry
he proudly declared, driver makes record on every run.

I then avoided any co-travel, for obvious fear
and ridiculed by them as coward and nerveless
I am already idling and have plenty of time
I need not have to rush mad nor I have anything urgent.

Last week, my blind-speed relative called me on phone
that he is an ortho hospital with fractured bones
and his heroic driver in ICU, seeking my help in mediclaim
“ a good scar is worth more than a good advice “-

……in a very feeble voice, he murmurs,
“I am lucky, that I am alive, at least, on wheeled-chair”


Louis Santhana