During Mumbai’s nights,

They come in your sights.

From the left and the right,

Some little red lights.

From cars and buses,

And stop signal fuses.

Like bright red berries,

And full grown cherries.

Some times I hate them,

‘cause they bring about traffic,

And when they are absent,

Cars go really quick!

They send the message,

That there’s no hurry.

Without them the cars would

Go in a flurry.

The thing called speed,

Would become a need.

They wouldn’t go at such a pace,

It would almost seem a race.

The red lights shouldn’t

Stop cars from doing this.

That they don’t stop cars

Is my little wish.

WAIT!

May be they are good,

As good as they would!

May be the red lights do it

To stop us from getting hit!

The fast cars, we cannot see

May be lights stop them from hitting me.

Thank you, little red lights!