I could not believe when I look out of the open window
People were busy cleaning their territory early in the morning
I didn't find the heart of humanity as closed were the doors
Everyone were throwing out their garbage on the road once it falled the night
I was walking on the road with the flying dust and dirt
People were busy sprinkling water to keep the road wet
I didn't find a single soul who acted to really make the city clean
Everyone were afraid of the dust that get aired once the surface got dry
I found everyone were so smart and talented to formulate the plan
The dirt in the road seemed negligible in view of all erected problems
I didnt get a roadmap that seemed so solid to justify the action
Only pointing has been the greatest fault for not achieving the solution
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Author:
drniran (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2025 05:35
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Comments1
A depiction so vivid the metaphor is forgotten. A lovely write
Thank you my dear friend for the motivational words.
You are most welcome
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