Red


Red
.
It was a busy evening,
Right arm be all hurting,
Had been writing from 6am,
And now stuck in this traffic jam.
.
The clutch felt like it was giving up,
Too much air conditioning was making me cough.
.
Another red light,
The first car, the Red one decided to put on a fight.
.
It started moving along,
The car on the right got confused,
Waited for two more to pass behind Red and then it charged ahead.
.
The trail forming behind Red halted at that moment,
A few others from the right then crossed the intersection.
.
The ones on the left,
Grasped any chances that they had.
.
The ones on foot held on to the signal which along with them was being ignored,
Shouted, how long is this drama gonna go.
.
The lights kept changing from red to green,
No shits were given that day,
None given till the May 13th.
.
Coz on that special day,
The elections were held,
Gentleman in that Red car won it all,
A law he passed in a meeting that started way past 12.
To abolish all the signals from all over the city,
So that all those driving their slabs could be free as Willy.
.
On 20th the army descended upon our city,
According to me they were way too early,
But the on-footers said they were late,
Always complaining.
.
Red was removed,
But the Red signals were back.
One day either I’m gonna sell my car,
Or move to Iraq.
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+Nipundart 31st July 20201
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#poem #poetry #red #car #driving #road #satire #comedy #story

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