One evening we went to see grandma in the hospital, not too far,
Driven by an uncle in his white car
“Oh Dear, you sit in the front seat”, he said to me
Beside a skilled driver, I settled with curiosity
As I fastened the seat belt into the latch
I found something already inside, suggesting a little catch
“You see, I am not too fond of the sound, of the buzz
But worry not, my son, there’s no puzzling fuss”
Then my mom asked him about this white dress, pressed and neat
Hung nicely in the driver’s seat
“You see I don’t bother my wife much, so I own fifteen
And to keep them ‘white’, I get them frequently dry-cleaned”
And he continued with his rants,
Making our journey feel a little cramped
“Once during my duty, I halted a boy speeding at the red light
If he was of the same caste, I might have spared him outright”
But he was from Bijnor and contesting for student elections
I told my staff, “Give him a good challan, as he lacked directions”
His tale ended, jumped a red light, and took the wrong lane
“If anything goes wrong, we are anyway headed to the hospital”, said my brain
He parked the car at the bus stop on a heavy main road
And asserted, “We are the government, there is no load”
I rejoiced, the journey was short,
"Finally, we are at the hospital," my mind did exhort
While moving out, a white-blue file caught my eye, making me chafe,
Labeled: “Delhi Traffic Police, We Want You Safe.”
The Safest Ride
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