Analysis of Kyviv Truck Driver

Vroom!broom! Truck blast off; tables, beds amid barriers it speeds off
 Hush tones, grumpy faces, brooding passengers ;the truck crawls on
To sit up, to listen, the creepy sirens, the air-raid terrors;'that's not my world'
Vrooming the engine, one giggle of joy;quick in a flash, truck lifted to basements
 Fear, terror, huddles and whispers; passengers gather together Vroom! Broom! New lanes, bombed lanes; the driver giggles on
Hard on gas, kindergarten bag on back; belly, knees, dusty with dust
 A siren goes on, a wheel goes missing; a suckle for a sleep

Vroom!Broom! No more kindergarten mornings,a sandwich in cold, three wheels on ;the driver giggles on
New day, new joy; driver songbirds the alphabets-freezing passengers too, need hope
Shelling after shells, vroom turns kaboom; terror and dust, peepholes the shelter
 From debris and rubble, the driver resurrects ; a wailing face, another wheel lost
 'What a journey!' a dusty grin, a suckle for a sleep.

Vroom!Broom! Morning of smoke; from shelter to shelters, from Kyiv lanes to Kharkiv lanes, Cold and freezing, the driver drives on; wondering in confusion; passengers sleeping, snowed on road-side? '
The world and its bombshells; all this, the driver, finds weird
 A grin, a giggle with alphabets; a hope to the passengers gloom
 Sirens and sirens, shelling and bombshells ; in between luggage and boots, the driver's hard on gas
 Third wheel goes missing; a suckle for a sleep

Vroom! Broom! Morning is hope; a newborn screams, driver halt in haste
 A look at passengers, a glimpse at a bundle of joy; the driver giggles on - 'hope is bombless' Kaboom! Kaboom! The last wheel crumbles, the shelter crumbles, the driver crumbles
Covering the truck, tiny hands gripping the wheel; the last grin is intact
The bundle of joy cries, assurance to driver; the truck will vroom on