Its 6 o clock in the evening
I write this as I am travelling
Back from office to the place I am staying
Out of the window I stare..
Lights around heavily glare..
The traffic is like a snare..
Therz no way out, some ppl just bear..
And some tear their hair..
But to follow traffic rules they neva really care..
Traffic jams in blr seriously rocks
Even if you have people to talk
It could seriously put you into a state of shock
Every road is chock a block
And time keeps ticking away on your clock
I have been travelling for 2 hours
And my house is still so far
So i stare at all the cars
And the guys at the bars
And sometimes at the shining stars
My stomachs growling
And my eyes are closing
As usual time's ticking
And its getting too boring
So here I stop my poetry writing :)
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