Esteem

The firing of charged cylinders With the power of silence On all four she sweeps In her majesty; The cruising royalty of glistening comfort. Litters on the roads Honking at each other’s throat, The dust the sweat; Slime of heat Frayed tempers. The sweeping swishing manoeuvres, Like the sword well-drawn Out from the scabbard; In cool rapidity: cutting Through the shattering chaos. She, like the slippery eel Floats untouched. Spiriting away in quick succession; The learned giving Friendly passes. The heavy weights Frowning in indifference. The enthusiasts, Full of gas; Holding on to their kiddie’s pants. Flaunting her sheer grip, She zooms past With a knightly zip; In a Class of her own. Rarely, she meets her match Be it shyncromesh or overdrive. And the casanova Dribbles in fun and comfort; For, non dare underrate the Esteem.