Far from the madding crowd
The taxi screams at the bus,
As they compete in the rush,
From far and wide people converge,
Adding to this human surge,
Bikes and cars and buses and trains,
Congested streets and crowded lanes,
The city here, it never sleeps,
And we advance in bounds and leaps.
As we do whatever we can,
And stay ahead of the fellow man,
As pride and prestige mix together,
We see no friend, we see no brother.
Our sights are set on a dull vision,
And consider this our only mission,
And these road before us lead us ahead,
And we rather take it or be dead.
From childhood have I seen this life,
And am done with this daily strife,
Call me foolish, call me mad,
But I’ll be poor rather than sad.
I am giving myself a rest,
Rural life is what suits me best,
Adieu to you oh life so loud! !
I move far from this madding crowd.
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