Tanka, In A Big City Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Tanka, In A Big City



In a big city -

may have some comfort
in the glow of halogen
stars are faded, but;
no one takes note of your cry
man’s money making machine

Saturday, May 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: city,money
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