The sun woke to roll its dice,
And the city showed its first vice.
A million dots in curvy streets,
Started on with fake morning greets.
Flocking aimlessly down the line,
Blocks of traffic, the car's whine.
Herds in rush and a nasty scuffle,
A rusted gear, noone would shuffle.
Gender was an issue here,
One was both dark and dear.
Daytime they left a seat,
But then teased in night's deceit.
Quarrels arose and petty fights,
Assembled to entertain their dusky sights.
No hand came for the wounded's claim,
But a thousand clicks photographed the shame.
A secret thug whom the police endears,
Filled his buckets with the beggar's tears.
But the guardians were only efficient in,
Sweeping off their leader's sin.
All was here and everything for sale,
But without coins, even water was hard to avail.
The air was born of toxic smoke,
Nature's hell for man to choke.
They cursed the news and portrayed grace,
But were far too lazy to clean the place.
The modern jungle was termed a city,
Witnessing the blatant murder of serenity.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
