Who knows if the brake is applicable or not along this greasy zigzag road where he drives his tumbledown car?
The color blind pedestrians carry heavy bundles of hopes and they cross here and there without an aim.
The poor driver too doesn't know his destination well
But he has a fair knowledge from where the bright Sun rises and sets mysteriously?

* This poem is dedicated with love and gratitude: to my beloved wife, daughters and their loving partners too.

nimal dunuhinga

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-named-blunder/