Miracle

Isn’t it a miracle? That we with no Eyes and ears Honking on the roads At every bend, turn and Corner, Ignoring pedestrian Crossings, encroaching On their right to cross The roads safely, shooing Them away to race our cars At break-neck speeds, Bribing the police to get away With our mischiefs, Having under the table Money exchanges with the agents To get our driving licences. All the rules being flouted. No respect for road safety laws. We, the blind and deaf people Suddenly, almost miraculously Start seeing and heeding what is Being said to us in countries Other than our own; become Civilised drivers, with no need For honking while driving, Reversing and turning. All the mayhem that happens On our Indian roads, where People don’t follow their lanes, Come threatening us with their noisy horns And nerve-racking swerves; just the places Need to change, and the same people find Themselves quietly going through the roads Abroad. But India isn’t destined to see Such miracles. Or is She? Some eon, may be.