The blues in me...


Where the roads are violent,
And the nights never go silent....
People flooding the streets,
Social issues are scrutinized, but only on tweets. 
Asleep is the city, But awake are the dreams..,
Desires go offtrack, filling the streets with screams.
Crowdy and rowdy, you can find in the crowd, both! 
Abided by everyone for nothing but for growth.
MNC'S.. BRAND'S..in abundance are they found;
Caged are the dreams, what they carry is a wound. 
Money is not valuable.. But valuable is the time, 
Craved by everyone,Stuck in this society of mime. 

The blacks and whites in me are getting afraid of these blues,
The simplicity of them will be tethered to hues. 
The blacks in me are for the world to show,
The whites are  me... To keep me low. 
The blacks are not real but real are the whites,
Peace is not in the days nor it is in the nights.
It is for peace, for peace is what i crave, 
Fears are big, I got to be brave.
         
                                                                              Written By: Chetanpreet Singh

                                                                                 

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