An ode to the pestilent Bengaluru traffic

The crawling armada has come to a grinding halt

Necks are raised in unison to identify the one at fault

Oh! It's the mandate of the glowing red dot

Same old story, same old spot

All helpless victims too familiar with the plot

Just a minute and quickly spreads the cancerous clot

Time stands still as motion is now an illusion

As more vehicles join the stagnant procession

For some, it's just another game

Start-Stop, repeat and take god's name in vain

Impatient drivers curse the seeping two wheeled pests

As they feel trapped in their four wheeled nests

The drizzle has settled the nomadic dust

The excruciating wait makes my bones rust

Hungry pack of wolves honk as impatience is evident

As finally... the rufescent dot turns virescent

They rev-up and rejoice as they feel liberated

The fleeting freedom, obliterated even before it started!