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A Fly Over

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.