Of the air,
A traffic jam,
Migrating to a fulfilling destination,
The birds making effort to build their nests,
Cluster into a warm survival of the fittest.
Of the land,
A traffic hold-up,
Shuffling, pushing, blocking one another
Round and round a confused path,
Beings attempt a blind pursuit of
Destiny unknown.
Of the sea,
Traffic…
As aquatics rush to feed on a prey
That has become a predator.
…traffic hold-ups,
The wind blowing, the
Sea waving,
Footsteps marching and tyres screeching,
Horn blaring, all but
A deceitful note,
Body scratch body very aggressively,
Bringing the journey to a fall.
…A halt of tomorrow,
Of visions and ambitions, of
Strength and determination…
A fall that keeps you behind all
If you allow it,
A traffic hold-up of destiny by envy and greed
But, you must not allow it.
©1999
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Has some interesting points.