No one likes a traffic jam
Drivers fret and swear "damn"
Cars jostle and smoke tailpipes squirt
The greenery around then is small comfort
No wonder the guy behind me
Honked, shouted "Move it!"; all edgy
God almighty knew move I could not
A face in the side lane had changed my lot!
Pleasant and smiling, eyes sending "alohas!"
Mesmerizing me to stay right where I was
Cars, roads, deadlines, all became a blur
I wished that the jam would last forever!
Abhay B. Joshi