Who knows if the brake is applicable or not along this greasy zigzag road where he drives his tumbledown car? <br />The color blind pedestrians carry heavy bundles of hopes and they cross here and there without an aim. <br />The poor driver too doesn't know his destination well <br />But he has a fair knowledge from where the bright Sun rises and sets mysteriously? <br /> <br />* This poem is dedicated with love and gratitude: to my beloved wife, daughters and their loving partners too.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-named-blunder/
