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In the midst of the traffic jam
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Every evening of the working day
Frightens me a lot on the motor way

The serpentine vehicular queues
Chill my beans all along

The continuous honking of horns
Blasts my ears almost to the deaf regions
My yelling to them to stop sounding
Only rents the air and sky

The youth enjoys a trio ride
Despite exceeding the limit of laden weight
The path way quakes in to allow them to pass over
Without warning them needful at that critical juncture

The mid aged personalities irrespective of the sex
Express anxiety many fold and gulps air a lot
And breath hard at times to reach home safely
Their hurriedness though being heckled by young ones
Is undoubtedly understandable

Who cares the age old who heave a number of sighs in the midst
On any day and on every evening they have to travel on the road
It is proved to be hazardous and the vehicles emit lots of pollution
Much beyond the limiting norms and in entirety to the body’s full


Every traffic jam cracks the hopes of a healthy world
And chills the beans accelerating the days of dooms
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