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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