My City
My City
In haze and fog
lies a city filled with smog .
Yellowing leaves, burning debris and soaring eyes is what makes this city distinct!
Tall buildings with colours of own,
a busy lifestyle of people unknown .
Cries and tears of people around ,
and imaginary dreams scattered on the ground.
With mornings dark and nights unsafe ,
light and clean air is all the people crave.
The air is filled with vicious and cruel intentions,
masks on people’s face trying to survive their own deceptions .
“What city is this ?” I ask myself-
with sadness in air and blood on ground ,
my question is answered as I look around.