The Street
The footfall of civilians
the screeching of the cars
The wailing of the siren
Perched on the ambulance
The blaring of the radios
issuing from the shops
The robbers fleeing oh no
At the sound of the cops
The droning of the airplanes
From the airport nearby
The beggar counting his gains
The baby and his cry
The greeting of my dear friends
and subdued side comments
Like a road which never ends
We wait for that moment
The sighting of an egret
When we all shout with glee
The call from the minaret
Street noise and its melee
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