Hunger grows in this city
The rickshaws run away with eternal thirst
In the streets, the wax-enchanted sky winds down the autumn sarees! Saree falls!
My sorrows are broken sun
Stands at the intersection.
This city keeps alive the thirst for living
Longer crow than thirst- Noon
I dig deep into tears mourning evening
Shadow death of all holy desires.
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