Post #5626

Cities… Voices And Noises Everywhere, Car's Honking And People Strolling, The Once Blue Sky Is Now Filled In Haze, Tiny Sprinkles Of Greenery Around, Trees Torn Apart From Between, Standing Quietly, Unable To Scream, Their Dead Leaves Falling, As Tears Rolling Down From The Eyes, A Place Where Dreams Come True, They Call It And Yet, It's Nothing More Than A Maze, A Concrete Jungle Devoid Of Beauty, As The Night Approaches, The Jungle Gets Quieter, And Yet, The Stars Are Hiding Behind The Smog, The Night Sky Appears Grey, And As The Moon Rises Up In The Sky, Down Goes The Morality Of Humans, With Sins And Crimes Under The Cover Of The Shadow. The Morning Sun Rises Again, And The Noises Still Continue And The Night Falls Again…. -Rahul Adhikari #poetry #review