Life stands still, yet again
In a huge traffic snarl
The wheels of life grind to a halt
Building frustration like wound rubbed with salt
Fear of missed buses, trains n flights
Become surreal as time ticks at bitter end
A bane of city life, no solution in sight
Gets depressingly long with every passing night
The eerie sirens of an ambulance
Stuck in maze of vehicles all around
Is grim reminder of battle vainly fought?
Gasping for fresh air at this terminal still!
PS: Picture Kind courtesy Google