A cosmopolitan city
Where progress and affluence meet,
Is struggling to touch the clouds.
Man’s power is best represented
In the grandeur of it.
Nature is once so overwhelming,
Now humbled.
In the bustling street,
Well-polished men and women hurrying by;
In the shadows of wealth, a man
Is crouching-in dirty rags,
Watching the civilization around him.
His face-emotionless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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