Urban slums

Rain and the thunder, drizzling with the urban clouds.

Where streets filled with certified crowds, stuffed.

Narrow alleys with drains,

Huddles of puddles everywhere.


I stand in the middest of the blustering blizzard.

Corroded fumes in my brain.

Nature has lost its virtue,

People trying to put it on blame.

They don’t see how they pace up,

To live in urban slums.

Megalopolis sprawls with wheelers and cars,

Citizenry then complains about traffic jams.


Why don’t we prune the cities and give nature some room?

So, someday we may see here flowers bloom.


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