The footpaths buzz with the sobs of

oppression and

dead letters of love.

Every lamppost knows it.

Just a man with a normal blood pressure

tends to forget.

Love,hunger,hatred and so ons

dime at a shabby hotel.

The lamppost and murky hoardings know all.

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