This week’s poem inspired by hot hours spent in Dhaka traffic on roads which are being bumpy, dusty and in the process of being dug up…. again!
Bad drive
Overheated from the start
Dusted dull grey, strewn
With ill-humored passengers
Humorless drivers.
A drive lumpy as flour-thickened soup.
Dhaka 2016
I suppose you had anough time in the car to write the poem. So it was not all waisted.