VISUALITY OF A CITY

Left a home, to find another

In this city that has two faces.

One, where the shoes are made of leather

And the other ,where the rats fight for space.

The streets here are daunting,

With free folks staring into your soul!!

As the moon greets, the walk here gets haunting,

While the dogs battling in their homes

Made a hut with metal sheets wired together,

Since all my dreams keep breaking my bone;

Wondering, is it a crime to dream here?

I remember the happiness in my old home.