Dust laden greenery, planted
on a divider of the busy road, smiles;
with every honk of the whizzing wheels
Roots are fenced
by contrete and steel
That tar you along
with long and curvy roads
And you pause a smile from afar
Laughing at the buzzing traffic signals
Every shoot from the industrial chimney
Paint your face black.
Wilted, you crunch a smile
Till corporation truck
Muck you far away on a stinking hill
How you shovel
Your earthy smile
Towards a broader space somewhere
into the sky
It rained -
An untold mystery to me
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