My City

Narrow roads  cross,

Small lanes overlap,

Dead ends  collide.

Cars move on,

Carts go on,

Autos jump on,

Buses drive on,

Lorries hold on.

Men walk stately,

Cattle loiter royally,

Vendors sell merrily,

Hawkers cry loudly,

Police overlook  steadily,

Trespassers overwhelm boldly,

Loud speakers blare noisily,

Divine chants emanate  soberly,

Chaos  in  excellent preserve,

Noise in wonderful reserve,

Happiness in fabulous deserve,

Do you like my city?