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?
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