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World Class City

By Achingliu Kamei

 
 
 
 ‘World Class’ City
  
 The city that never sleeps
 Partying till dawn 
 Drinks poured down bottomless pits
 You can hear the city all night
 Siren of the ambulances
 Cry of the infant on the pavement
 The city’s primal heart 
 Can take it
 This ‘World class’ city
 Muffled sounds of begging
 Hungry, cold, and shivering
 The sound of speeding BMWs
 Drowning out conscience
 Orange and saffron shadowing 
 The marks of a ‘home’ on
 Dusty pavements 
 Deep veins of pain
 Run through the streets
 This ‘world class’ city
 Built on the backs of millions
 The trees, the bees, 
 Remember all the broken dreams. 


Achingliu Kamei is a short story writer, poet, and an ultra-runner. Her work has appeared in international journals and anthologies. She is currently residing in Delhi, India, with her husband, two daughters, and Haru, the cat.

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