Upon the streets
I saw a lot of tension
many pursuing the waves of seasonal tides
running up and down the ways
to catch the waves of Christmas and new year
even during Salah I saw this tension
some weeping for absentia pension
and could hardly make trips
but if you fail or make the trips
every corner these waves are found
so why this seasonal tension?
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