Idiot Honkers Poem by Pushp Sirohi

The asphalt sighs, a weary groan,
As horns erupt, a maddened moan.
Each honk a plea, a desperate cry,
'Move faster, you, or I shall die! '

The red light mocks, a cruel display,
As tempers flare, and curses sway.
A symphony of steel and rage,
A futile dance on this urban stage.

So let your horn remain unseen,
A silent prayer, a peaceful scene.
For patience, friends, is virtue's crown,
And reaching your destination, won't be drowned
In noise and fury, on this weary ground.