The motors pick their weary way
Slowly down the thronging roads.
Like ants, one behind another intent on their tasks.
Somewhere out of eye sight,
there is a mishap –
a scooter skidding
or a cow gone astray.
maybe the infernal autos
taking on more than is their right.
Somewhere a brake is applied
and the reaction bouncing backwards
freezing as with the wave of a wand.
The screech of tires on tar and gravel
and then the wait –
sullen and tiresome.
The maruti van, with homeward-bound children
sounds it’s horn.
Someone picks up the cue,
and others follow suit,
the sound rising and falling in agonizing blares.
The block is cleared soon enough.
The wheels begin to churn
making their onward turn,
presumably to reach
the safety of sought haven.
By Gulsum Basheer.
Published in Youthink, Indian Express.14-5-86.