On the city roads

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On the city roads,

Against the blaring horns,

With each vehicle nudging past another as if running an unknown race,

Moving an inch seems nothing short of a struggle,

The flow of these serpentine line of vehicles boggle,

Start and end seem they’d topple,

As two wheelers zip past,

And pedestrians hastily cross,

Every hour is a busy hour,

Clocking a minute earlier than the previous day,

Is nothing short of a champion’s victory.

On the city roads,

Accelerating the vehicle forward safely is a worth a sight,

Even though ostriches burying their head is a myth,

I wouldn’t think twice to do the same and travel underground,

That’s when I got an idea to build my house askew to easily access Earth beneath,

To avoid the busy brightly lit city roads.

132 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the Reena’s Exploration Challenge #173 (flow) , Eugenia for running the Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Challenge ( champion) and Sadje for running What do you see challenge # 70 and for providing the photo prompt. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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