Whose houses
these are, no passerby Know,
My house is
in this mysterious city, my woe;
Nobody will see
me, lost and forgotten here
Even near my
house, puzzling, strange and raw.
My friend
and family meet, only to tear,
And failed
to enlighten me and cheer,
Between the
houses in the dark lane,
I see the
darkest day, but I don't fear.
I gave my
best friend, a call plain;
I asked if
there is any happy gain,
He says,
there is no traffic gimmick,
Free of
polluted air and dusty sick rain.
The world is
sad, dark and sick;
I want to
leave it silently, with a blink,
Years of howl,
don't pine to live and wink,
Years of howl
don't pine to live and wink.
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