Rush Hour

Cars line up like dominos.

One behind the other.

The sunsets in the background,

And car engines grumble out loud.

Trucks filled with stock,

And the drivers yawning from boredom.

Motorbikes meandering through the cars. 

Exhaust pipes release gases.

Every car has a driver,

And every driver has a story.

 

From a taxi man shouting,

As he swings his arm outside the window.

Grooving to the beats, blasting from his speakers,

Knowing today he must make ends meet.

So that his daughter can receive an education,

He never got the opportunity. 

 

A mother in a SUV,

Smiling at her playful toddlers, 

Through the inside mirror.

Living with the fact that they were initially three, 

But one died as an infant,

Unfortunately. 

 

Confident corporate woman,

Sits upright in her driver’s seat,

Dressed in formal attire.

Coming across as ambitious,

And someone who never suffers defeat.

Watching the traffic, she is nearing.

With not a single emotion on her face,

It pains her too deeply to express.

How it feels to be working in an office,

Where misogyny is the new trend.

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The public bus is stationary,

Having cars surrounding its exterior,

Inside it was filled with passengers,

All kinds and sorts you could imagine,

A young fellow wear there school uniform,

With converse sneakers,

That the lace is wrapped in a bow tie,

Wearing ear plugs,

Listening to rhythmic music,

Looking at the honking cars,

In deep thought,

A tear escapes the eye,

Internalizing the words spoken to them at school,

That your race is inferior to mine.

 

The center of the traffic,

A modern sedan is situated,

The radio volume is increased,

And the couple inside does not speak,

Frozen still like statues,

Not moving at all,

This couple calls themselves happily married,

Although one broke the honestly between them,

Of sharing their love with a third party,

 

The cars slowly move,

Bumper to bumper,

People all waiting to get to their destination,

The traffic line carries on,

Further and further

The clock tick by,

Don’t we all live such different lives.