The city that never sleeps
Doesn’t have a soul of its own
Tossing around people’s dreams
And breaking the thread of hope
Someone extended his arms
I thought he was saying hello
But there was a shining knife
He was hungry, he needed money
I was afraid same as him
There was silence but I could hear him
I knew what he wanted, he knew what he needed
He walked away with “papers”
I walked away with peace
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3 comments:
city is where ur identity exists ..... currently we have no existence... lekin aapku kabse likhne kashaukh hua hai mere bhai???????
Shaik Abdulkhader
aila soory do baar aagaya
was that in J'burg ?
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