The Red street light looks only at a ***** night girl,

Peeping on their beauty; lipsticks; colored eye brows.

The cafeteria opens; decorates early mornings,

Exhibiting yesterday’s eatables; bread and jam

in front of the hungry child, begging for it’s half.

The Street water-pipe bursts to see a dried up,

throat slaking thirst, unable to capture a single drop.

The forest sees a fire, where animal are burned alive,

The city hunts for a killer man; unarmored; unhurt;

The left eye lid, half open, but its light slapped away,

Someone says that there is only one eye left out;

And even that itself is not to see others, but himself!
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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI