Sounds
Chirrups rise from green and dawn
Sprinklings wake up men from yawn
Ringings pass by with milk in morn
Cyclings throw paper news with scorn
Vendors' turn at times intone
Wheels' run-time hasten and horn
Mid-day quiet relays airplane tune
Many are so mild in monsoon drone
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