Drivers

Does the cruel society break the nerves, Or are people today just angry? Or is it that while driving always, Their temples throb with anger? Just a little thing. If it doesn't bother much, With patience, it wouldn't matter at all. A spark ignites quickly, And they bear a grudge against a stranger. They press the pedal as if to take revenge, Choking the road in smoke, they come to a halt, Like a growling dog on a chain, They only curse through the window. They curse. They rage. They quarrel. While fighting at the wheel, Today's feeble men, Tug and pull while sitting in their cars. We've allowed this insolent upbringing, Sitting here, having lost what we've seen. For all of them are kin, Forgetting God due to their arrogance!