Dear City, You have many constants hidden in your heart
timelessly growing you & me, and everybody else old (and wise?)
Old, I am sure. Wise, I am unsure.
Why I am unsure about connection or relation between
those constants and wisdom is because
those are senseless, most of them.
So, how can they increase my (or for that sake anybody)
wisdom?
For years, we are echoing the constant background noise of you.
Everybody is fed up with this noise yet everybody contributes to it.
People while driving talk with the horns or their vehicles.
Every few seconds they will honk the horn. As if,
it is replying to some of their questions. And then yet again.
And again.
As long as a vehicle is running, the horn keeps honking endlessly.
Without a purpose, Without a sense. Almost nonsense.
And on top of that, the one who is driving and not honking horn
is a misfit. That everybody honking feels.
After all, wise have no right to live in the city of foolish.
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Dear City, the condition of struggle remains a constant.
For instance, everybody hates crime, accident, robbery, rape, kidnapping
Hate to the extent of reaction while reading a story in the newspaper
or watching a news item.
Nothing beyond that. Everybody is so cool and relaxed.
Every mind here works at a constant speed.
Everybody dares to react. Nobody cares to act.
Act a right time and right place.
Dear City When Will You Mature
At the time of incident, everybody becomes a spectator
As if some interesting movie is running
And everybody is discussing vigorously
about who and what without caring about
the blood on the road, broken cars, rape, victim.
Everybody, in fact, is a constant friend of you.
As dead as you.
As wise as you.
Will you wake up ever from your constant sleep, Dear City?
