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Toxi City

Toxi City

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The city in its decay, grown too much,

The citizens groan daily as such.

People far and wide, in they trickle

Desolation in the country side, life can’t be with a sickle.

 

The city towards its decay hurtling

Potholes and foul air, jams, and disorder, is hurting

yle="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">Paradise to hell in just over two decades

It is there for all to see, drop the façade.

 

Commuters remain muted in their daily life

How else? A moot point! I can empathise.

I live a life as if ‘commuting a sentence,’ isolated

Jam sessions on the street, I ain’t ready, remain home rooted.


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