Traffic jams are a part of everyone’s life, spread across nations—we hear about them from every corner of the world. This nightmare is a daily struggle in many metro cities, especially during the morning and evening rush hours.
I, too, have been part of this circus in the country’s capital, where a sea of vehicles—mostly office-goers’ cars—once stood stranded at the Delhi–Gurgaon border, Even after clearing earlier bottlenecks—through the tunnel beside the airport runway while coming from Dwarka, and the stretch beyond the Kapashera border signal—the traffic would eventually pile up here, where 32 toll booths once stood (now removed).
And this is a small tribute to everyone who experiences it every single day… and still keeps moving.
Visionless authorized planners,,
Planless vision and misplaced work outside,
21st-century nation, as we claim,
Yet chaos rules the roads we face..
Nightmares in life are quite often okay
But this one, a daily one for all of us,
It starts with starting an ignition,
Out on the streets, we call it a traffic jam.
Less distance to go, more time to move,
Stuck at signals, honking is routine,
Usual bottlenecks, vehicles pile up,
Again, that’s what we call a traffic jam.
When it rains, the roads become ponds,
A minor kiss between two cars,
The movement of a very important person,
All these stops the flow, starts the jam.
Roads feels high BP at peak hours,
A sea of cars in narrow streets,
One reckless driver breaks the law,
Enough—chaos reigns, a traffic jam.
The featured image is clicked by myself during a trip to office from Dwarka at Delhi Gurgaon border
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