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A HEAD ON THE HIGHWAY

Two wheeled commuters with heads booted with helmets, dotted the highway; The four wheeled rich hooted at pedestrians daring to cross their path, While rental three wheelers heated them all, filling even places like foot path; Traffic winked red, green, and yellow to jam, trim, and brim the highway. Like water discharged from flooded reservoir, humanity flowed on the highway, Down to their destined ends, discharging spray and smoke, littering its path With fed up lives, held up to the grave; lawmakers floated on the crest of the path. Only the hapless found themselves fighting for space in the helpless highway. On this highway, at the peak hour, popped up a human head as if cropped From the ripe body as a yield to the reapers blooding the streets with sickles; The highway halted; heads craned above wheeled carriers; questions hurried Everywhere with worries and wonders; “Hyderabad has a head chopped; Is it for ‘Biriyani’?” Some quickly tweeted like men of booze oozing for pickles; Cops looking for the lost head, severed by train, at last sighed, with heads retrieved. [Cops in Hyderabad, India retrieved a severed head from a railway track, put the torso and head in a sack and took it to hospital for postmortem. But on the way, the head slipped down from the sack and caused a commotion]

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Date: 5/27/2015 7:24:00 PM
A really nice sonnet, delightful read!
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Swamidhason Francis
Date: 5/28/2015 4:09:00 PM
Thanks for reading my poem, thanks for your encouraging words.
Date: 5/27/2015 6:10:00 PM
Swamidhason, Enjoyed reading one of your latest poems, Hugs SKAT"
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Date: 5/28/2015 4:09:00 PM
Thanks for your comments.