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