Concrete river,
a churning flow of steel and glass,
a vein of the city,
pumping life and noise and dust.
Not just a road,
but a story etched in asphalt,
of dreams pursued,
of deadlines chased,
of the relentless rhythm of the urban heart.
Sixteen lanes, or more,
a battleground of wills,
where horns blare,
and engines roar,
a symphony of impatience.
Overpasses, concrete bridges,
arch over the chaos,
silent witnesses,
to...
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