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A poem on life of Okhla By Rizvi

By Husain Haider Rizvi

Okhla, a strange place with life queer and bizarre
Yearning for a whiff of fresh air

No breathing space, no shelter of green peace.
The sky scrappers shuts out the sky, wintry soft sunshine.

Green parks and lush Meadows a dream far fetched.

The milling crowd every where,
I look for humans but find few,

Others like robots have no hearts but artificial brains.

Markets filled with crowd
Jostling to lanes and by-lanes

And labyrinths of alleys.

There is dearth of tolerance and patience.
A long standing quarrels and grudges

Kill humans and take away the lives of kith.
May Allah bestow mercy upon
The people who live in Okhla.

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