Signal’s red. I stop. Wait.
Cars on the road ahead rush past.
Then, gradually, the flow stops.
The road ahead of me is empty.
Signal’s still red. I still wait.
The car behind me honks.
It honks again. I check.
Signal’s still red.
Another car honks. Two more honk.
There’s now a din.
Caused by honking horns.
Panic. Alarm. Indecision. Hesitation.
I press the accelerator, rush forth.
Signal’s still red.
Says a lot.
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Thanks 🙂
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Amazingly ‘sentenced’. It is remarkable how compendious your poem is, how is it manifesting the sublime of minimalism.
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Thanks a lot for your insightful comment! I did try to keep this poem simplistic and repetitive, but I did not realize that it was minimalism I was practicing, till you commented.
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A common Pakistani mentality nicely worded
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Yes, it’s an experience many of us go through.
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love it! 😀
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Thank you! 😀
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