Traffic Jam... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

May be an illusion or hallucination;
I now feel to be stuck in a traffic jam.
Quite often; most of the times.
I see one in all and all in one.
Maybe not that serious; just optical illusion.
But I cannot not hear the purring of engines,
honk of horns, loud swearing of angry drivers.
I cannot see the red light or how far the snarl-up
spreads over the road so very unknown.
No idea if I am near to the head or tail of it.
May be I am in the belly of this disorderly queue of vehicles;
But how I have got here, amidst such a hell chaos!
Maybe this traffic jam occurs in my brain or mind.
Strange! No pile-up, no suffocation kills me for good!