During the winter, when there is fog
or on rainy day, when water is logged,
how horrible to reach the destination,
is well known to the Delhi population.
On a July Monday it rained heavily,
to escape traffic I left office bit early.
But remained stuck in the traffic jam,
and it took three hours to reach home.
To inform my wife I tried to contact
but the line with her could not connect.
Repeatedly, this message was available
‘person you try to contact is not reachable.’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem