Traffic Poems

Popular Traffic Poems
Monotony Music
by Lokenath Roy

Monotony's music blares silent screams
down a raptured eardrum. sat here
on this fracture-legged bench since when the sweet melody

of burping car bonnets from yards away,
flare the sunken voices in my heartland. now old
hammerheads, hammer and-

hammer nail-heads on a skull-stuck, loitering
slumbering thoughts- through the traffic maze. in just a snap

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Two Roads Crost
by Pijush Biswas

Two roads crost in a point, beside the town
And think I much of home, standing alone
Little I queer about the sun down
But much to see how the roads atone.
I come to know how the police toil long
To protest all vehicles break through
I see, I see the roads go ahead, all among
In vain or late I moan although.
Much to see the time I glued to watch
And every minute I see pin at heart's core

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Jaywalking
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

This is when the old and the young,
beasts and confraternal drunks
damn the consequences of death
lying porous on crossroads upon
bifurcated paths, fractured junctions
and ceremonial cul-de-sacs . . .

The time is immaterial,
so long as the traffic lights — the veggie-green,
the claret, and the urine-amber —choose their slow

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Recent Traffic Poems
Monotony Music
by Lokenath Roy

Monotony's music blares silent screams
down a raptured eardrum. sat here
on this fracture-legged bench since when the sweet melody

of burping car bonnets from yards away,
flare the sunken voices in my heartland. now old
hammerheads, hammer and-

hammer nail-heads on a skull-stuck, loitering
slumbering thoughts- through the traffic maze. in just a snap

......

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Jaywalking
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

This is when the old and the young,
beasts and confraternal drunks
damn the consequences of death
lying porous on crossroads upon
bifurcated paths, fractured junctions
and ceremonial cul-de-sacs . . .

The time is immaterial,
so long as the traffic lights — the veggie-green,
the claret, and the urine-amber —choose their slow

......

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Two Roads Crost
by Pijush Biswas

Two roads crost in a point, beside the town
And think I much of home, standing alone
Little I queer about the sun down
But much to see how the roads atone.
I come to know how the police toil long
To protest all vehicles break through
I see, I see the roads go ahead, all among
In vain or late I moan although.
Much to see the time I glued to watch
And every minute I see pin at heart's core

......

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