Flyover Poem by Kishore Kumar Das
Flyover
The congested city
vehicles in the queue
on the seasoned road
black smokes in the air
dust entering all cavities
impatient horns blowing around
everybody under stress
flyover is built
to take care of congestion
and suffocation
why not build a flyover in mind
to get rid of distress?
working without expectation
thinking positive
and His blessings guiding the way;
flyover within our reach.
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