The Ironies of Chaos.

The soft breeze,
The dry leaves rustling,
The cawing crows,
The song of an unknown bird,
The mewing cat,
The laughter of kindergarten children.

The braking of a truck,
The perennial horn of the cars,
The roaring of the bikes,
The sound of TV at high volume,
The murmur of plastic in contact,
The discordance of high pitched voices.

The ironies of the infamous ‘City Life’, where the rustic and urbane confluence to create chaos…

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