Traffic Signals

We sell delays
We sell heavy metals
We sell dolls houses
But we never sell traffic signals

Because
We divide nights there
We count beggars then
We warm our thoughts
We climb unknown wheels
We kindle our hearts therein

It was all mess there
Not because of the latent rain
Not because of the love lost
Not because of the lady lingering
Not because of the parched cloud

You stare at lights
All through out the pain
As we said about the marching widows
You care your traffic wagons
As your poisoned stomach
And your nurtured illness

Torching a shadow
I was caught in the middle
Of all this mess
And now I belong to this
Unknown of what is left behind
This never ending signals