Poem about traffic jam

There are many traffic jams in this world.
Especially the stuffy roads
carrying you and your vehicle.
No, not cars or motorbikes,
pedicabs or bicycles,
but your stocky body
with its traffic jams.
The traffic jams in your body
that make you stuffy.

Suddenly the rain came
to visit the tired road,
"How are you, Jalan?"
asked the tired rain
because there was a traffic jam on the way.

"There is an endless ouch
on my lips. Cracked and broken
gouging out one by one the pebbles of my body,"
said the road remembering
his favorite pebble that had been thrown
far into a yard.

"Can you help me
put the pebble back in its place?"
asked the road.

The rain shook its head then gradually subsided,
the road screamed even more under the pounding.
The traffic jam grew wilder,
the road went crazy.

Because of that, the road was now somehow
leading in an uncertain direction

"There is a lump of longing that disturbs
on the surface of my asphalt.
Spreading and cracking, seeping into my pores,” the street said, remembering the dust that used to blow far to the shore.