Concrete Cemetery.
No empty roads
Or dark corners.
No dead silence
or screams.
Not a single, silent,
Or dark corners.
No dead silence
or screams.
Not a single, silent,
grieving tree.
Honk. Honk.
Screaming headlights
all night long.
Honk. Honk.
Screaming headlights
all night long.
Rest?
Peace?
We have no room.
Not even for ghosts.
Here the sleepless
are the living.
We terrorise
the dead.
This is a Mumbai cemetery.