There goes a crane
which stands on the lane
seems to be a bane
as the traffic is held up
with the engines in the start-up
grunting in a low sound tup lup ,tup lup
the crane seems not to move even a little
as its parts have become worn out and brittle
the passers-by do not want to settle
there for a long time stuck up in the traffic
they try to find means to move out of the peak
could not trace any little way in the freak
they get impatient and start to mumble
pulling their face long and they start to grumble
well, to their good fortune the crane started in a fumble
pushing out lot of fumes and froth all very dark
then gave a jerk and went ahead with a bark
there came an end to the temporary stagnation i
n the track.
Meenas Poems 