It’s been more than 25 years living in the city by sea.
There have been many stories about you and me.
Every person is held in some illusion or a disguise.
For decades people are fed mouth full of lies.
A city where a family of 4 lives in a 10 storey.
Whereas countless poor people have to sleep beneath a tree.
Let's go down the rich SOBO streets, there's a place where beggars sleep.
In the high rises the rich take rest, down the road druggies spend their keep.
Lanes at night in the crowded streets, there are score of whores who smile a lot.
The same street in broad daylight is home to kids that time forgot.
There have been many mute people, been a witness to soundsand cries of rape.
The calls of help blinded by the cold wind, a blanket inwhich our city drapes.
Silence grips the cold nightmares, where new situations findthe same old pain.
Just as we think the pain is gone; it lives to give and then comes again.
The reflections have been same and vague, the perceptions have been unclear.
Our mind has been like a shattered mirror, witnessing the reflections of fear.
Do we have the time to realize, what lies very low beneath the city's curse?
Or we are just happy to live in a city that captures the fascination of the universe?
Been a question on my mind, would asking it be really worthwhile?
Is this the city we live in? I'll ask the question with a smile.
