Cars And Car Parking Poem by Sharbaaniranjan Kundu

I was ambling to the nearest market place
on a Monday morning.
At Eight this hamlet is quieter than usual
even at this scorching summer.
A Radio Taxi too was rolling slow
to the house calling.
But the Taxi driver was at his mobile phone.
A neighbor was taking his car out
to reach his wife to the school bus stop.
There was a sudden commotion,
a road rage
on a quiet morning
when everything should be at peace.
I walked back,
cooled frayed nerves
and learnt
it was an affair of parking of cars
in this hamlet.
Nobody imagined the cars galore
when the colony came up.
There can be no solution
till peoples' propensity to buy cars subside.
Let us wait another economic change.