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My city

My city is all broken, where can I go,

he is sleeping peacefully behind the clouds,

knowing my discomfort, what should I do?

The raindrops are now reaching places I shouldn’t be,

broken down into pieces wishing I could continue live.

Where are the people who once had my back,

Are they gone or watching me suffer from the love that lack.

Imploring doesn’t make me feel pleased with life,

where is all the privilege he whispered in my ears,

while sending me here to the world

having the embellishment he babbled about?

My city is all broken, where can I go?

-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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