At midnight
Everyone retreated
The pulsing streets
Offers freedom to roaming dogs
Another day gone
Tomorrow
The same battle to survive
Begins
At midnight
Everyone huddled
The pulsing beds
Offers relief to hustling users
Another day gone
Tomorrow the same battle to score
Begins
At midnight
Everyone wondering
The pulsing minds
Offers some hope
To the mothers in waiting
Another day gone
Tomorrow expectantly waiting
Occasionally one can succeed in escaping
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-07-07.
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