Sounds Of City Poem by Litan Dey

If i melt into the crowd
Bathed in the dust
Could you catch my hand?
I think...
Let her go who have left you
The city is all in by love,
Break up and black kisses.
She is tired of it
If i sink in the on that,
Lost in the daily rounds
Can you find me?

I think...
We are getting bored of monotony
Don't believe in the bond
But in mixed-partner.
We run for love
And love runs for divorced
If i have no manner and
Have lost my wedding partner
Would you help me?