The city bursts at its seams
With slums and high rises
The affluence and poverty
The ugly and the beauty
All weaved in too dense
For the air to flow freely
In the darkness of its alleys
In their nights bright lights
Time passes by without a note
A tiny speck of a virus
Shows the truth
A churning happens once a while
Exploding the many faces
Of our hidden selves
-Avani