Solitude
The
emotions wait
For the traffic signal
to change
You drift away with
the torn advertisement canvas,
there is a drizzle in the city
urchins play
with the rain -
I close my eyes.
The images fill up
shadows of togetherness
cluttered - this is how
every man trades his solitude.
Wake up Neeta - see
how a man
loses his world.
For the traffic signal
to change
You drift away with
the torn advertisement canvas,
there is a drizzle in the city
urchins play
with the rain -
I close my eyes.
The images fill up
shadows of togetherness
cluttered - this is how
every man trades his solitude.
Wake up Neeta - see
how a man
loses his world.
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