Traffic Terrfic

Traffic Terrfic short poem

Uploaded by Ramapriya Nr


I leave the house in a hurry
Hope will be in time to avoid Boss’ fury
I shudder to hear “Late again ? you dirty

Start the Car in a jiffy
Cover little distance freely
Apply brake suddenly
Traffic has piled up unimaginatively

Another long queue in making
waiting impatiently to gear changing
Seconds,minutes ticking
impatience setting
started facial sweating

nerves stretch uptight
engine heating hot
indicating dangerous red

Cars moving slowly
legs stiff and sore
Clutch up clutch down
brakes never on and off

shouting and screaming
people getting choicest abuse

Time Elapsing fast
wondering how long
tempers will last

pedestrians walking freely
smiling on the way
speaking in a happy tone
“have a lovely day”

Anger on all faces
swearing under breath
tooting horns in madness

I will not do this tomorrow
my nerves won’t take the strain
another way I have to go
as my heart can’t stand the pain.

Entering office late again
Boss as usual shouting in rage
finger firmly stamped on his notepad
flipping over the page

traffic jams are unnerving
and one day I am sure collapsing

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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Traffic short poem

To be at peace, once to be a solitary traveller, once my desire to be true, I pray daily. But as I pave my way through the bustling streets, I stop to think, Is the whole of B’lore here ?