That shriek! How penetrable the siren is! It Pierces my heart.
Two shrieks are yet to come -the second will be louder than the first and the third louder still.
The Siren sounds of textile mill coming one after the other ring their loudest with these shrieks long columns of smoke trailing from high chimneys of these mills the air choke with smoke forming like a dense formless jumble leaving the sky shrouded in a dense haze.
I am sleeping on the roof top of this fourth floor building;