By Muskan
City with huge truths and dares,
Luxury feet walking beside the bares,
Roads being divided into lanes,
One for struggle other for the pains,
Someone wears the crown,
There someone tears being down,
Some of them blame destiny,
Then some works on their own mutiny,
Some voluntarily breathe in cold,
Then some barely have any cloth to hold,
Scissors running on trees for parks,
Like on bait, the sharp teeth of sharks,
Vast Majority is living on rent,
Beneath the gloomy suffocated tent,
The Light that reaches from a dingy hole,
Is their only source to touch the goal...
By Muskan
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