There was a terrible congestion,
As cars and buses got stuck,
There lay a heavily loaded truck,
Upside down creating an obstruction.
Drivers honked in impatience,
Time was flying in hectic speed,
Vehicles crowded in terrific lead,
There arose a commotion indeed,
Marking an unheard discordance.
If at all there had been a flyover,
Smooth passage would take over,
Delay would not be bothersome all over,
Installing a transit wherever,
Facilitating ease and comfort moreover.
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