Tall and dark
was he, and so was his youth,
Hardly eighteen, but that was the truth.
fame was all he was striving,
And to top it all, he just learnt driving.
fast cars and breaking speed,
But had the control thus never did bleed.
Caught by the
radar, caught by the cop,
He paid them ransom, but never did stop.
driving reached the height,
Until one fine day, he was overtaken at night.
Story so far
was the usual theme,
Except that the cop took a different scheme.
The chap was
cool, did not bat an eye-lid,
He was famous, powerful, one rich kid.
The cop took
out his pad and started to jot,
What a ticket, he wrote more than lot!
assumed it some kind of joke,
As the cop went writing and no one spoke.
"Is this a
ticket? "; thought the man,
As the cop's note went on since it ever began!
driver began to read,
Found it wasn't a ticket but a friendly 'plead'.
"I had a
daughter, lovely and aged six,
She was killed by a car, which was speeding kicks.
driver was fined and jailed.
Three months were done, he came out bailed!
Out of jail
to meet his wife and three daughters,
He hugged them tight remembering his slaughter.
He had three
daughters but I had one,
To hug them he waited 3 months out of sun!
I wish I
could hug my daughter too,
No matter however long life went through!
I tried to
forgive the man, and I still do,
All I have left now is my son among the two.
Pray for me
and pray for yourself,
Life gives no second chance, never send s an Elf"
inspiring note the cop started to leave,
Tears in his eyes, the driver began to grieve.
him a lesson, never again to speed,
Mankind is a journey with great emotions to feed.
Contributing Poet -
Aarti Kamath Developer-turned-Technical Writer working with US
based MNC, (INDORION NETWORKS PVT LTD ) firstname.lastname@example.org