A city of cursed flesh, full of narcissism, condensation,
Uncomprehending humiliation.
Neon colour sins, climbing up the thrones of agony. 
Wretched faces beneath the camouflage, Shining…
Shadows,
A city of fabricated, disguised, speculated Shadows. 
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies, 
With glimpses of circles after circles.
With explosion of words in the lungs, 
Coal drenched nights, raven eyes and wax wings.
A fool in wrath, crawling over nails, 
Towards those mindless, dreary, soulless Shadows.

Dola Saha is a recent graduate and an aspiring author.