Cacophony

As I take a stroll
through the downtown,
I hear the clamour,
the uproar, the disorder,
that trumpet in ear;
incessant and blaring.

Screeching of tires
from the worn-out lanes,
honking of horns
from the log-jammed cars,
colliding gears,
engine that roars,
some obscure words
from nameless hawkers,
cries of urchins,
veil in the grey aura
of a cacophonous orchestra!