The Honking Syndrome Poem by Piyush Meshram

I being a walker, I prefer my pace
In the so course, I've my deserving space

Just to trail there, pedestrians prefer a defending wear
A step ahead, and appears a creature to dare

Of varying width, a dash to rage
I am in the middle, the introspection makes me to the page

An unusual understanding brought that fleet to a steady whirl
Like a guy, to a glimpse of a girl

That hunch of mine, to show a go
Followed by the notion, was it my oversight for that fro

Sigh with relief, that I made my way
With the odd being in favour, else side I would have been to clay

Usual happening, lead to content of the day
The honking syndrome, be watchful else the next moment might go away