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No guitar was played

No song was sung

Nobody clapped

Nobody played any music

And she went there

To the traffic island

And danced like a maniac

Many of us got distracted

But it was in that very moment

I got the chance to see her pain

Hidden in the disguise of dance

She was simply expressing

That too many horns

Can sometimes make people

Dance like maniacs

When they reach home

They will press nothing

They will be tired

They will sleep

Then another day begins

Another horn

Another rush

Another attempt to clear the way

Because nobody is going to reach anywhere

By going faster

By annoying others

Or by polluting the environment

She was simply showing her art

And many of us

Failed to understand it