I gaze at the ratio,
Cars ply up and down
Bikes expel fumes brown,
The honking is deafening,
The thoroughfare is burdening,
The environment has dealing,
The carbon emission is suffocating,
Where do they go? I wonder,
What for ? I ponder,
The activity extends to midnight,
It looks to me a meaningless plight.
Meenas Poems 
2 replies on “Meaningless Plight.”
I’ve wonder also about where all those people are going on the highways…all seem to be in a hurry…and always going…I think you’re right about their plight.
So true. Nicely done.
I frankly feel the same.