Somanathan Iyer

The City Traffic - Poem by Somanathan Iyer

Hold your breath | Its Hell on the Roads
Noisy Traffic with non-caring Public
Speeding vehicles with no speed-limits
Scaring over-cuts with senseless haste
Zebra lines that remain mere designs
Restrain walkers from crossing the roads

Jam in Traffic order of the day
Tossing your patience to a traumatic test
Causing agony to old and sick
Traffic signals adding to the woes
With uneven timings in clearing the blocks
Raising pressure levels to one and all

With narrow roads & zigzag traffic
Scarce to find a parking place
Under the garb of traffic rules
Cops are out there only to harass
Enforce rules that need frequent changes
Clueless citizens paying the price

A nightmare in-deed to drive on roads
Worn out roads with pits and bumps
Contribute their part in breaking your ribs
Walk on pavements a sign of adventure
Hawkers and vendors claim that theirs

All are gentlemen when they are alone
In Mobs and crowds bury the rules
Leaders in politics playing their part
Hold rallies to outsmart each other
Crowding the streets by hiring the mobs
Causing convulsions to countless public
Punish the people with their political gimmicks

Lucky you are when reach home safely
To face a Tomorrow with similar hardships
Hold your breath | its hell on the roads

Poet's Notes about The Poem

An attempt in humor about traffic conditions in our city.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 17, 2013

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