On a high low
Steady hasty vehicles
Many heads and few legs
Rushing towards a direction
Buses and cars sped off in high tone
Some skidded off their zone
Several funny cute faces in rags
Staring in happiness and sadness
Kids on bare foot running back and forth the busy road
Auntie, whistles incarnation to get my little cash
Babies clinged to the back like load for endless trip
Dusty rusty movement
Wailing for a landing space
Here comes the man in khaki
Kicking asses while flunting their car keys
Echoes of the homes beckon like a clapping thunder
Give us a place to place our heads or leave us to the street where help we meet
A loud sound from the riffle
The earth gathers it’s strength in support
Bang!
A soul became ‘soulless’
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