Scene At A Crossing! ! Poem by Safi Hyder

On a sultry summer evening
long before the Sun had fully set
As the traffic light on a crossing turned red
I joined the herd of so called gents
all impatient to see again the green led
with nothing much brewing inside
tried to read those impetuous minds

On my right, an Arab, in all whites
obstinacy, all obvious from his facial hide
and more clear from his persistent tries
to align his headscarf in a beaked shaped line

On my left, a spoilt brat, flaunting off his yellow Ferrari
occasionally flaring the inert engine to blaze up its acceleration
while spitefully eyeing others to be of totally odd generation
maliciously joyous when found a chance to move a little forward

the little empty space paved the way for an old tycoon
though, no less opulent, yet looked subtly astute
appeared to be talking and laughing at self
until I saw the black piece sitting beneath his head
each wink in close sync with his insidious grin
portraying nothing but an unseen sly and a wily hoodwink

As I glimpsed at my fully lit frontal mirror
spotted the chauffeur vainly hiding his ostensible anger
on the blabbering of his dame and her chattering daughter

Oh, the person in the front was none, but, a police person
fuming upon the nerd ahead to have followed the darkened signal
and have him stranded and marooned that longer

Finally, as the red turned first to amber before becoming green
prompting within the restless crowd a sudden stir and commotion
all eager to end that ephemeral wait as seemed to many their eternal fate