Our city colourful
And dazzling bright,
But there are so broken dreams
If you peep inside.
Our city vibrant
And always invites,
It knows how to hide
Sorrows in lights.
Our city never sleeps
Never stops or looks back,
It never asks, "Why this tears?
And why this gloomy track?"
Because our city vends dreams
It is deft to cajole,
This is a beautiful place
Without soul.
Love
Suk❤
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Eunoia...A poetic voyage with Suk
PoetryEunoia..which means a well mind or beautiful thinking. This book is adorned with some poetry. It's a poetic voyage in which you can find some soul-soothing poems, verse and rhymes. Quell your wanderlust through this poetic voyage and tranquillize yo...
