My City and Yours

Ghats, narrow lanes, sand, temples, river: images that flash, in all presentations consistently, lose to "always"; combinations of all or some of them present ever in images of my city, the city of light, of life, eternal. No I'll not name it. My city, is your city, and theirs. My city is stuck with what it's given. My city as shown, as true, as real, yes it is all, and not. The spirit, the life, the transience, the sorrows, the joys, the filth of flowers, and all that's seen or not, at all hours, For the world to see, is my city simplified, palatable, presentable, made easy. Multifaceted? Never. Simply, 'city for dummies'.