Traffic Jam In My Soul - Poem by Monty Idumallab
Thought I'd write you a song
so beautiful, my dear lady
but alas! It got big and fat
on an overdose of emotion
it got stuck in the narrow lanes
that make up the labyrinth in my soul
Neither is it moving ahead
Nor am I able to push it back
to the place where it got tuned
I am choked!
And now this traffic jam!
cartloads of scientific truths
that my students are waiting for
truckloads of financial plans
that my family's desperate to get on
carloads of analyses and designs
my clients have already paid for
bandwagons of political ideologies
cycles of philosophical thoughts
ambulances of humanitarian issues
all stuck behind the big fat love song
And I, like an underpaid
and unprepared cop
In the city of Nirvana
Trying to clear the roads
While my impatient family and
All busy honking their horns
Have you ever been in traffic
at eight in the evening
in Kolkata or in Chennai
or in Karachi or in Mumbai
Are you experienced?
No, then you wouldn't know!
I have weathered sun
Pounding on my neck
I have survived hail
Dropping hard on my head
But, this honking, dear friend
I Can't take it anymore!
I Can't bear it any further! !
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