Debris From The Cities
The interims features and the old season,
Has the same auspiciously,
They're repeat,
The same old habits
For a new renovate,
Mega cities,
Some say life is the color of skin,
He and she,
Battles of the species,
Decked in fine clothes or tatters,
Side walks in the night litters
of crimes,
They're irrelevant as played out
emotions,
Heart and brain's tactical,
By day blights, brushed out and sweeped,
All traces of drugs,
Assailants and perpetrators,
Smuts and dirt
Butcher's din, blood stains,
Debris and wreakages,
This is the warfronts,
Every books, crimes of human,
Evolution apart from the good life.
Life is classic tale,
Is celebrated,
As the debris are collected,
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Poignant and perceptive write. Well expressed poem.