People not traffic

The hustle and bustle of the city catches my eye

I ty to walk but the traffic is maddening

The footpaths are torn, roads are unclear

Everything is oblique and opaque

I sigh and continue to walk

This city, I think to myself, so poor, crowded and desperate

but yet so energetic and deceiving

But I reach my destination and forget the road

Stay in my destination for a while and when I return home, the madness starts again

It is a walker’s hell but a driver’s heaven

Let more cities be built for the people and not for traffic

This is the plight of the developing world.