Those
were the years
Life
in the city of neon lights
The
facade of shadows
The
drum beats of the nights
The
traffic jams on the road
The
daily routines in the city
The
rush hours jamming it
The
traffic police couldn't be found
The
daily commuters would curse
Silently
as they stared at the long queue
Even
buses weren't spared
The
people waited at the bus station
The
soothing effect
A
few pretty women would wait too
Checking
their watches why no show
The
men suppose to arrive on time
The
night life would be high
Drugs
and parties if one could know
Living
in the city would drain you dry
Leaving
you with empty pockets all the times
Many
still flocked to the city
They
thought they could make it rich
Those
were the years of city life
It
wasn't a cup of tea for me
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