Concrete

Being a stuck in the city for too long, I wrote this

Where in the night its never dark
and in the day I sit in shade

Where every day the same old grey
keeps standing still just like a grave

My thoughts get caught in nets of smoke
and are bound with concrete ropes
Need fresh colours to shake off

this endless monotonic cough

All this rain can't seep away,
all the eyes that stare and gaze

Give me one minute in the green,

just one dewdrop's morning gleam.