Traffic Jam


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

May 2014