Ghetto of poor

yellow street light
not so bright
living human
smells like dead
filthy and narrow streets
I  walk
I live
I born
in poor ghetto

most of the shop
sell cheap
less commodity
medical store  sell
tablet  of relieving pain
a park with statue of
dalit  leader
with some lights
to highlight
his name

coming back from work
labour with tiffins
empty now

My eyes paining
because of over sleep
but their because of lack of it
and my mom hates me
as I’m not getting successful
because of it

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