Each one enters this town
with dreams on their heads,
with love in their hearts,
and song in their souls,
but only a few out of all
come out as they had
dreamed
for, lanes are dusty,
sky smoky,
and crowd cranny,
whatever you do or say
has no impact, whatsoever
most are after the only thing:
money, malice, money, malice.
I wish I can say otherwise,
I wish I can feel otherwise,
I wish I can believe otherwise,
but this is the truth…
References:
https://pixabay.com/photos/delhi-road-india-chaos-282933/
