BT (1956 / Kenya)


Caught in the traffic jam of life
Swearing at every red light
Risking my life to run through yellows
Rain blurs my vision and clouds judgment
The hard edge of the law
Claws at every snag in my
Over-sized ego, slowing my progress
I feel a shift in the winds
However small-insignificant like me-
Pushing my vehicle, until I shift
Into autopilot, like the rest.
Until I can see past the bright
lights laying pavement before me
I remain as blind as this Earth
Imprisoned by clouds and
Caught in traffic.

(June 2010)

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Comments (3)

Beautiful poem... Nice delineation
Pure Gold, Bhupen. Sparkles.
A poet lives in memory. Very amazing expression shared definitely. Wise sharing....10