What a shame ! On our name ! Every day is a “Trrafic Jam” All round a hustle bustle People involved in a tussle, Almost

Time was so lazy before wheels come into lime light. Time was dragging somehow with some or the other alibis and plight. With upcoming wheels,

If we’re caught up in traffic jam or snarl, we get nervous And show annoyance over time being wasted, precious When vehicles move at snail’s

Stationary cars, Horns blaring, Road choc-a-bloc, I am stalled Late for a meeting, Increased irritation, perspiration. Me,a young man of 25 Working in a company

“Here..yes here..put the flower garlands here..” Mahesh mama was ordering the florists.. “And the festoons and bulbs are to be put in this manner..” he

Hey, where have you reached? I’m in a jam, darling, I answer. You’ll soon be in a soup, sweetheart. Ah, and I get ready for

My heart beats, at seventy – two per second, My lungs jammed with exploding suffocation, My legs frozen with Siberian minus seventy, My burning destination,