Overtaken over run
Hurt trespassed
The brother-roads conspire
In the big pits of their hearts
Polling a colourful jury
Of green, amber, red
From the height of justice
To command right-of-ways
nice write Ma'am... time spent at these traffic signals has increased drastically...we can easily compose a poem waiting for justice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful inscription has been made on Traffic Signal.Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.