Miles away between bruised tattered hills
Over the \'Blue Asbestos Sheets\' covering the withering town
Dawn rising playing rhythm, across scanty rag roofs
Dim brightness seeping through her shanty, after a dark mourn.
Obscure dew drops melting with a gentle sun beam kiss
Veil of smog crawling away, paving the sight of a long road
Bargained with the skinny, droopy porter stationed near shiny ritz
She looked on, the exhausted flowers in plastic pots waiting to unfold.
Abysmal lines testimonials to the struggled moments
Hair on bun still a million strands lingering on her dismal tanned face
Sipping over-brewed tea, shuddered with thoughts of today\'s uphill tyrants
A thin thread of hope, scavenging through city\'s litter the only solace !