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The Cityby Pratima MistryThe City How lonely sits the city The earthquake spreads his hands Over all her busy streets Swiftly sweeping through the night Swallowing up without pity Rich and poor, young and old and lands Lie in the same open grave Her inhabitants sigh Weep and mourn At the destruction Escalating with every seismic wave Hearts troubled Tears mingled with fears Run down like a river in flood Night and day Orphans, widows, injured Stare in horror Fainting from hunger On every street corner At the confusion, bitterness Desolation and terror All around Those who ate delicacies From the street vendors Somosas and sheekh kebabs Search for a morsel on the ground The city reduced to a heap of rubble Strength and hope perishing Its government officials And Imams and its people Could not foresee such trouble Read this? Review it! |
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