Snafu!

Your blood pressure slowly rises

While you manoeuvre and squeeze

You’re in a hurry but have only moved a few inches

Damn! It's a disease

Not mad cow

But it is insanity 

Bovines stop you too, and how

While maintaining their equanimity

Then arrive the geniuses who don’t follow any code

They come from the opposite direction

On a one-way road

Yes, the cows likely have more intelligence

Why didn’t you just stay at home and Zoom?

You certainly can’t in traffic

Never mind if relationships won’t bloom

You wouldn’t be late and face the music

You could have left at an earlier hour

But hey you have hobbies and things to do

Besides sitting in a car

And often, the fruit of your commute is only that your hair grew

Suddenly, someone waves hi!

No, it’s pedestrians signalling you to stop

Poor guys

Zero room for them to walk

It’s not as if they’re out for a stroll

Walking is their mode-of-transport and often faster

Also, the city is a polluted, dust bowl

Why else would they flirt with danger?

All issues will be addressed, the authorities promise

Whether it’s Bengaluru, Kolkata, Mumbai or Gurugram

Our campaigning politicians will turn them into Paris

Meanwhile, just continue to live in a traffic jam

By now it’s what you’re used to

Do we have a long way to go, everyone would say yup

But ever since you can remember, it’s been a snafu:

Situation normal, all fucked up.