Traffic Post

City crowd shroud near the traffic post as the signal lights blink to stop,
The line of vechiles runs far as the jam holds the brake for halt,
Office hours and busy bees are restless to cease,
The designer models and their young owners are eager to move in racing speed,
The traffic lass unable to control the mass,moves here and there whistling to control the rush,
Her mouth and nose covered with white hanky drap,
Emission of gases ,pollution filled sound shakes her qualtification of uniform dress,,
Moves her hand right to left with equal speed ,to perfom her duty without loosing her patience,
Her keen eyes without taking rest covers the miles traces,
Neither hot sun,chill wind or shower of rain breaks her trails,
Yet the crowd follows her guiding hand steps,
Her pathos unheard as the dust fill her eyes to irritiate,
So wears a glass to cover herself from the rising dust,
Vechiles drivers and the road safety rules attimes cross each other ,that she has to judge,
Helmet drap ,seat belts and contol of brakes she has to check,
After her duty her image in mirror losts the original beauty and grace,
Pollution and crowd affects her serene bless,
Still she accepts her fate and joins the duty with vigour and energy to perform her duty best.