HORNS

*HORNS*

Horns do disturb me a lot

They do pierce me day n' night

Like a thorny knight in the plot

Ram indeed my zodiac sign ♈

I do bleat before I blot.

Horns shouldn't honk but they do rot

Vehicles get vernacular on the spot

Air pressurised to pressurise the block

Clanking metals in a stainless pot

Honking isn't just a censored beep

Their klaxon has a toot so deep

Every honk has a different verbatim 

Each honker comes with a snort

They don't just beep to get their way

They convey their feelings with a dart 🎯

Sometimes they whistle sometimes they gloat

Attention seekers get their lot

School buses customise their horn

Beckoning patrons on the spot

Time & tide waits for none is what they teach

Lessons never learnt by a capitalistic slot.

Motorcyclists have a productive noise

Machines throttle with a thunderous poise

Silence ain't their cultural domain

Don't their silencers bring out rain!

That typical jamming in a traffic jam

Horny birds tweeting blissfully in a swarm

Swans swallow, Cranes croak, as pedestrians float

There's a vociferous jungle on a cemented coaltar road 🛣️

I do wish for a harmless world in my visionary sight

But before that I seek a hornless tribe for a future bright

Oh my dear, Hondas, Suzukis, Escorts & Tatas,

Please give me a harmonious street before I rest in peace.

Amen 

~Maneesh Badkas~

Man is bad case....isn't it?