Traffic Jam Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

Traffic Jam



After being released from work pressure
Driving wheel of mine adding the stress more,
Stop and prisoned by the designer vehicles
Near the traffic signal..
My tired eyes glued to the traffic lights' top,
The brimming street lights
And ear piercing sound of horn
Is testing my patience little more.
My body is eager to move and reach my
Destination fast.
But hustle bustle of crowd
Resisted me to stand still,
The queue of vehicle is increasing
With every second,
But the blink of every signal
Is far from it's hold,
The busy traffic police waves towards us saying its a time of VIP first,
then you can rush for your spot next.
Each minute's wait increases my palpitation,
trying to indulge myself with the rhythm of music and scene around,
saw some kids holding fresh garlands,
knocking every car's shield,
some open it and others ignored!
The fresh flower has lost its freshness in smoke.
But I could feel the fragrance from the puffed A.C. closet.
My wavering mind questions me-
'Can't we reform this prevailing system with a new aroma? '
Carrying our predecessors path, to exchange our
machine's ride with a bicycle seat?
Then we have to sacrifice our whole luxury with less jam in traffic post and more fresh air to breathe! !

Saturday, August 1, 2015
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