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Soumya explores the many layered meanings of the street, in this verse, for Different Truths.
To the homeless, it is his home To the hawkers, it is their mart To the urchins, their own playground To the poet, a way to your heart To the madari, it is his stage A gallery, to the graffiti artist Their office, to the ladies of the night The protestor, the place to fight for right To the writer, a maze that is the mind Where he, if he’s in luck, just might find The greatest story ever told by man That would leave all the classics behind For me, it’s the place where you might be Though you may be oblivious of me “People stand and stare, they don’t bother me There’s nowhere else on earth, I’d rather be “ The invisible man, on his feet Forever walking on your street.
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