A Poem

 

Concrete jungles highways tall
Headlites of cars seen it all

Flashing diamonds flowing brocades
Techno tunes tranbeats aah another arcade

Multiplexes multicuisines
Multimillionaires multitowers

Losing fragrance r flowers
Admist this hue n cry n holler clanking of rs n dollar

Markets of jobs blue chips white collar
I find respite in a single word

Wanted by many possessed by few...
An understanding got by you..
 

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