The Chic City.
Chicago is beautiful.
The falling flakes of snow are piled here,
As pyramids of white, on a routine road cleaning.
Chicago embraces the principle of coexistence.
The fall of snow, sunlight and rains,
And the fierce dance of the wind,
Vie with one another, for a front line,
Without blocking each other’s boulevard formulation.
The braving river with its unrelenting ferrying,
The partially frozen Lake Michigan with new makeup norms,
The ever busy rail lines and the freeways,
Carry on their trendy trademarks of structural grandeur.
Chicago is frightful.
The freezing winter, the frivolous, formidable wind,
The torrents of snow and rain in succession,
Threaten to hijack one’s peace of mind, piece by piece .
The layer upon layer body covering, calls for a bail out,
From the weather’s brutal, bullying
tactics
On the day night dynamics of a devil-may-care mindset.
Chicago’s blows of horror notwithstanding,go null and void,
By its chic, beeline spirit of belligerence,
Ever endorsed by the residents’ ring tones of
chivalry.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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