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Traffic Snarl

written by: VANDANA KUMAR

 

There are things
Not meant to be done at leisure
In a city
Throbbing with urgency

A glance discreet
At the rare view mirror
A busy intersection
Time enough to touch up the rouge
To text a lover

The city hides its secrets well
And couples check into hotels
Regularly at fixed times
Under fancy names

That unwilling plump customer
The salesman doing an overkill
Wanting to push in that last sale
Before its shutters down
In some business or the other

And the classy women headed home
An hour ago on social media
Writing sympathetically were seen
Raised eyebrows giving them away
Passing by the seamier districts
Asking chauffeurs to roll up the windows
Looking the other way

And they reach home fatigued
Shopping list accomplished
Smug in their belief
That the husbands never take ‘those kind’ of detours

Vandana Kumar

Vandana Kumar

Vandana Kumar is a bon vivant who loves travelling, working with young minds and exploring creative possibilities beyond the ordinary. She has done her masters in History from ‘Lady Shri Ram College’ – ‘University of Delhi’ and her Diplôme from the ‘Alliance Française de Delhi’.
She is a middle school teacher and also translates for various publishing houses and corporates. Also she is an active member of various quiz clubs across Delhi. Her various passions include singing, playing the piano, composing music and participating in local music competitions. She contributes poems regularly to online magazines and has been published in a couple of anthologies. One of her poems was shortlisted and published by the “All India Poetry Society”. She describes herself as a dreamer…a wanderer and a certified incurable romantic…the romantic moorings worsened with all her fancy French studies. Poetry for her is her stress buster – her flight of fancy – and strangely – what keeps her rooted too.
Vandana Kumar

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