Pervaiz sets off for work.
Abbu cycle!
Words dressed in
glimmering glory
Of hope
pursue him heartlessly
He cleans dust off the glass counter
for world to see his point of view
More clearly
His sales figures vent through
sarcastic snow of nicotine
.
A customer walks up
Hope lits
But retreats
Cycle buries further
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