It was Red,
when I stopped.
Yellow- I got ready.
Green- I moved.
I- a mechanised being.
Where my trained
senses said,
"Move not as you wish".
And once in a 'JAM'
there was a knock
at my car door- finding
someone wiping the glass,
I asked
"What's the matter"
with a native tone.
He replied with a "SPAT"
and moved to the next door.
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