Poor In the City
Working, renewal in the city of Delhi,
Humayun's to the signature development everywhere,
A phase never has seen,
Money forced poor and Halcyon life,
The lilt in a polluted atmosphere
Dirty-minded carbons moving in slums,
Strong tin doors in the slum, In terror.
A whole day on street, for half an hour meal
Rich faces are in dream whole night,
Dusty faces with beautiful minds.
Below to the poverty line,
But above the lifeline.
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