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Asrar Ul Haq Poem
To the left, where the breeze softly whispers,
Cars to the right, entangled in a chaotic dance.
I beseech the divine for safe passage,
Contemplating the turmoil, seeking clarity's glance.
Yearning to uncover the source of the commotion,
Yet only the echo of horns fills the air.
Peering through the window, searching for answers,
Is it accidents, disputes, or roadblocks unfair?
Pondering the traffic lights' hues, red, green, and blue,
Yet they're mere ornaments, ignored by all in view.
Seated in the car, heart pounding with trepidation,
Praying we'll overcome, amid this tense situation.
To quell my fears, I clasp my limbs tight,
Eyes shut, seeking refuge in the night.
Finally home, relief floods my weary soul,
Grateful for safety, our journey's final goal.
Copyright © Asrar Ul haq | Year Posted 2024
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