BRINDA.D
Waiting in traffic, is a different experience
It seems like an endless wait,
my patience comes to an end
It is a mere waste of time,
as minutes tick very slow,
Perspiring, sweating, my frustration starts to grow rapidly
The heat is unbearable, the noise pollution can’t bear
Air pollution chokes my lungs
I struggle to breathe even
Time stands frozen,
all desires go unfulfilled and delayed,
By each passing moment, my anxiety is shown
When I’m held up in this jam,
My golden opportunities slip away,
Missed flights, lost exams, and moments unable to reach in time
Waiting for the green light to display
But it is a remote promise,
A distant hope I can’t bear
But the red light’s again and again blinking
It irritates so much
Countdown ticks so slow, each second moved slowly
My breath comes hard, my mind in anxiety,
Confusion is there
Opportunities are wasted, what could I do?
The traffic crawls like a snail ,
It is a slow-motion in action
It is really a test of endurance,
I think I can’t escape this traffic jam
But still I wait, for the traffic to move
And hope that sometime later all will go
BRINDA.D
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GRADUATE TEACHER,
GOVT HIGH SCHOOL,
MELPATTAMPAKKAM
CUDDALORE,
Tamilnadu , India