the city traffic
pulse of progress or regress
watch, it is graphic
life quality dives
drivers or angry tigers
smile if you survive
catch hold of your breath
watch -over-taker from left
undertaker in truth
the profane is in
on every lip, minus none
use, it is no sin
Tom, Dick and Harry
all have car and they harry
all go, two.marry
the bus right in front
blocks view like an elephant
your curse.doesn't dent
halts middle of road
to let some guys in to board
in muddle get bored
regret metro work
as you are asked, on your way
get petrol.from bunk
absent.road ethics
like haphazard parking, makes
one drive like skeptic
do count your blessings
as you come home in one piece
to digress you can sing
much to contemplate
regressed more and progressed less
negatives-filled- plate
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