In The Concrete Jungle Poem by Pallab Chaudhury

In The Concrete Jungle

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The inside seemed to be crow-dark.A crow alone-
Pecking on the black glazed window, crowed twice!

The outside was a solid-waste van with a lid;
And hearing the whistle someone peeped

At the door; on evacuation of house-hold bin, turned the face!


(Dated: 08-09-2017) .

Friday, September 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: environment
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