I’m the Traffic

One of the reasons that I have this big belly,
Is the amazing traffic that we have in Delhi.
2 hours of my day, I spend in my car
Doing nothing, sitting bekaar.

I could’ve ran, I could’ve gymmed,
But in the traffic, I feel so limped,
People stroll in parks, I do it on roads
While they shed it, I just gain loads.
Don’t be surprised on me calling it a stroll,
Try driving at 9.00am and enlighten your soul.

Every driver on the road is in a hurry,
As if a live chicken has been put in the curry,
Whether he’s on a bicycle, a bike or a car,
He’s gifted to drive like a racing superstar.
Rushing their vehicles on the road,
Filling the smallest possible voids in big crowd,
And on overtaking every other vehicle,
They just couldn’t be more proud.

Have you ever wondered why do you get stuck,
Just coz of your attitude, “Lane driving…Oh! What the f*#$”
Why do I need to stand behind someone,
He’s just a piece of crap and I’m the privileged one.

And you should see when there is a collision,
How great fun it is, not to mention,
It doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of the road,
I’ll just get into my super fighter mode.
I’ll go to the other driver rolling up my sleeves,
Calling him names in rocking style,
Doesn’t matter to me if the traffic jam behind me,
Has grown to almost over a mile.

We do all this just to reach office on time,
I leave home at 8.45 to reach my office at 9,
How does it matter if its 20 miles away,
It is the other drivers who’ll have to pay
I can’t get up 10 minutes early in the morning,
I love my sleep, others can take the warning.

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