A Concrete Jungle Story

It’s a jungle out there,

where the mind treads with fear,

a beast at every corner,

wanting a piece of me,

that’s my loving city,

my own jungle of fear.

In the midst of the night,

strange cries wake me up,

May be a hyena’s cry or a,

rapist’s satisfied sigh,

cries of a trapped deer,

or the painful sighs of

a little girl, oh so dear!

A night’s prey for the city’s beast,

one night, yes,

but that’s her whole life.

So, hey all of you join the gang,

the jungle beckons you,

no roses to smell,

only the smell of burnt leaves,

life feels like a nightmarish dream!