Unholy Trip Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Fumes littered on the road,
Filled with two
And four wheelers.
Honking away for no reason,
But jamming in the road,
Imaptient drivers, riders
Accelarating in nuetral,
To end up somewhere
Or other, in a hurrry,
But of no consequence,
Polluted roads filled
With potholes filled
With rain water,
And the emanating smoke
From the exhausts,
Shill sounds of horns
Ever more disturbing,
The trip to anywhere
In the great city,
Was nothing other than,
An unholy trip made daily.