ASHEN BLIZZARD
City streets without farms and pastures
Whispering to the clouds are the tallest skyscrapers
Bright Friday dusks and spinning lights
Dimming the sea of stars even from dizzying heights
Grey fills everywhere, a curtain of smog hazard
Swathing the suburbs in an ashen blizzard
City of glass and dead weight concrete
Streets packed with cabs and rushing feet
A million beating hearts not to be trusted
Ambition tugs at the core, while emotions are frosted
Sleepless nights and restless days
Unfamiliar roads, from home so faraway
Sighs echo and silence screams
Is this the city of my dreams?
©️ Sangeetha Kamath
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
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