Sharbaaniranjan Kundu Poems
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Cars And Car Parking
I was ambling to the nearest market place
on a Monday morning.
At Eight this hamlet is quieter than usual
even at this scorching summer.
A Radio Taxi too was rolling slow
to the house calling.
But the Taxi driver was at his mobile phone.
A neighbor was taking his car out
to reach his wife to the school bus stop.
There was a sudden commotion,
a road rage
on a quiet morning
when everything should be at peace.
I walked back,
cooled frayed nerves
it was an affair of parking of cars
in this hamlet.
Nobody imagined the cars ...