Street Garbage
Street is a garbage of sort,
it is like use and throw,
walk it,run it and go away,
who thinks of staying here anyway,
only those that are hapless,
and hopeless,
others always walk out instead,
powers that are interested,
leave a lot by such streets,
they metal them,
build light posts,
shops,
malls,
offices,
gardens,
cafes,
hotels,
and what not,
in summary,
a lot of intents are developed,
people fill them and walk away,
also have you seen that lone trek,
up the picturesque hill,
very few intents crowd here,
and as yet street is there,
to walk your way,
and only to go away.
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