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Blazing sun Moderate winds 70-80% humidity Cracked roads Racked foot paths Scattered waste Rising smoke Pile of bricks in corner Group of 4 children Not older than 10 Running and shouting With all laughs and giggles On behind another Carrying a white sack Crossed the drenched children In white shirt and blue pant Soaked in sweat Like they are carrying the world On their back one of the child In check grey shirt Looked at them As he moved across In back seat of benz With ice-cream in one of the hand 18-20 year looking  guy Smoking ciggerate at one end With eyes Hooked to moving benz Surrounded with his gang As the aunty from across Drying her dress Mumbling,ahhh What a cheap *** Mason passing by her house carrying Basket on his head And shouting To mark his presence A girl wearing heals With a mid thigh and deep neck dress Crosses a pool of water and mud Worrying about all the effort She made to look her best Every man on road Eyes struck to her pose Thinking what a ***** Can’t she wear some more A group of 4 may be 6 In mid 40’s to 50’s Sipping their tea While judging every thing they see Discussing how its better & How its worse ,for sharma’s son Ignoring their own worse Bells ringing Azan singing Ik Onkar ecoing Horns honking Dogs barking People shouting Life’s running A sadhu sits aside And Ignites Now With glassy eyes Grasped all this mundane life Mumble’s these miserable lives Om shanti Om shanti Om shanti!! A guy, on top Watching this all And gasps Wow What a crazy life And writer’s write Welcome to street, Called LIFE!!!
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
Street called: Life
Blazing sun Moderate winds 70-80% humidity Cracked roads Racked foot paths Scattered waste Rising smoke Pile of bricks in corner Group of 4 children Not older than 10 Running and shouting With all laughs and giggles On behind another Carrying a white sack Crossed the drenched children In white shirt and blue pant Soaked in sweat Like they are carrying the world On their back one of the child In check grey shirt Looked at them As he moved across In back seat of benz With ice-cream in one of the hand 18-20 year looking  guy Smoking ciggerate at one end With eyes Hooked to moving benz Surrounded with his gang As the aunty from across Drying her dress Mumbling,ahhh What a cheap *** Mason passing by her house carrying Basket on his head And shouting To mark his presence A girl wearing heals With a mid thigh and deep neck dress Crosses a pool of water and mud Worrying about all the effort She made to look her best Every man on road Eyes struck to her pose Thinking what a ***** Can’t she wear some more A group of 4 may be 6 In mid 40’s to 50’s Sipping their tea While judging every thing they see Discussing how its better & How its worse ,for sharma’s son Ignoring their own worse Bells ringing Azan singing Ik Onkar ecoing Horns honking Dogs barking People shouting Life’s running A sadhu sits aside And Ignites Now With glassy eyes Grasped all this mundane life Mumble’s these miserable lives Om shanti Om shanti Om shanti!! A guy, on top Watching this all And gasps Wow What a crazy life And writer’s write Welcome to street, Called LIFE!!!
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
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