Men in White, they are the pillars of traffic
Tongues of dark smoke lick them in graphic

Abuses and spits shower them without break
They are the victims of daily traffic quake

Streams of endless vehicles move in fray
They witness the nightmare during the day

A mere handful to manage the mammoth stress
They take blame for the uncontrollable mess

Noise of incessant honk pierces their ear
Sight of horrific accidents brings a tear

With a grim face they feel akin to a cage
After all it is a means for their daily wage

Rain or shine they stick to the routine
Sickness or pain, it goes unseen

With earnest effort they do their job,
And remain muted about their sob

Let us be gratified towards their duty,
And follow lane rules in true honesty