Traffic short poem

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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 ?

Each vehicle bent upon the other,
my anger takes greater heights,
a typical devil.
But hey, the worn out road
can handle worn out people too.

I wonder at times,
will my pace be any better,
if I ride on a camel.

The already polluted air
stinks with the fury of people.
The sound of horns,
trying to create music.

A game of chess, finished.
A stomach in hunger, filled.
Hundreds of yawns, smoked.
Thousands of calls, attended.
I still stand right there,
the tyres unmoved.

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Hailing from Bangalore, my passion for poetry began with a competition conducted during my high school. My collection of poetry spans over a decade and gives me an inner-peace.
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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