Honking Horns Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In Vaduthala's streets, a ceaseless stream,
Where cars and buses in a tangled dream,
Honking horns create a constant din,
As traffic congestion thickens, closing in.

Pedestrians weave through the maze,
In this urban jungle, a daily craze,
Rickshaws, bikes, and trucks unite,
In the chaos of Vaduthala's plight.

Neon lights illuminate the night,
But traffic jams persist, an endless fight,
Yet amidst the chaos, life still thrives,
In Vaduthala, where motion never subsides.