Billboards and Crazy Traffic

No pitter-patter of rain on her roof

Silent morning welcomes, ray of sun in her room

She carries macrocosm of dreams in her mind

Wandering thoughts beguile until destroying her divine

Covered herself with blanket of solitary

Momentary lapse into reality leaves her blurry

The city marches with trumpets and toil

On road billboards and crazy traffic fills her void

In home a wreck she moves herself in a coil

Rampage of her beating heart no one can see

Deafened sound of morning birds no one can feel

Trepidation and Machines take over the man

Billboard and Crazy Traffic are the only storytellers to fill her void


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