The car runs as it likes
There is want of sense
The car is running without fitness
None of that with license.
He doesn't obey traffic rules
Sentiments don't care
They're the masters who emend
Their mistakes can be found, who are?
The car drives in the free road
Whether it's upside down
Seeing the scenery on the road
But why we give him crown?
Vehicles will run following the rules
There will be equality
The irregularities will stop all
Everyone wants you to do your duty.
The poet is administrative officer, Ministry of Public Administration