BIM marathon

Out of the window I stare,      
The traffic is like a snare
There’s no way out, some people just bear
And some pull their hair
But to follow traffic rules they never really care

For the young blood it’s all about the speed

On the road they just wanna be in the lead

While others fear when they might bleed

Old people, if given a chance would plead

To safe driving rules, wish they did heed.

Here we are calling ourselves the BIMITES

Are all set to run the marathon and throw some light

To drive safe and avoid any road fights

Or worse case a tragic plight

For this with our heart and soul we shall fight

** 1st marathon conducted by BIM, my contribution :)