Don't give shocks and strokes..

               Beeping beacons….

Who is the man at roadside? Let us see…

 A well-attired long beard man  at late night,

Over speeded the motor and crushed with  a tree

 Scattered glass pieces and parcels in the grove.

With crumpled deck lid and power seats,

He fell down on the street, looks up and screams

Buzzing   fireflies, screeching bats in bushes,

Black growling dogs wandering hither and thither.

Oops! The stranger, safely able to move from the spot.

 Lumps on his bald head, eyes are bloodshot.

The binge makes him crawl like a snake.

Stinky   spitting tongue felt quick panting

“Drunk as a skunk “waving zigzag hands up.

Unable to stand, coiled like a snail slithers in blood

Yelling on street, uttered vaguely with hiccups ..

The drunkard in street confronts vehicles in speed.

All thought “Road rage with troubled thoughts..

 Hell in his brain”Some took snaps, left the road.

Beacons light up cops reached, abet at time

Humanity lives may get dwell in this night.

Hey Stranger!  leave this insane path, life is so short

“Depressants and stimulants” breaks the rhythm of hearts,

Somebody waiting with a lovely smile at home.

Beeps “Don’t give shocks and strokes”..