In concrete alleys where the shadows fall,
the dreams of a commoner stands tall.
Weary eyes, drooping shoulders, a trait -
they parade on to meet their aspired fate.
Sunrise calls for rush, a daily frantic race,
the ocean of faces in crowded space.
Roaring subway, relentless traffic grown,
in this vast expanse, man feels all alone.
The labour never ends, from dawn till dusk,
those gloomy faces, behind gloomy mask.
Their life confined to the cubicle's view,
while the sun rolls on renewed anew.
Their dreams carried from the younger days,
now glimmer faintly through the urban haze.
The canvas of stars blurred by city's glow,
once burned brightly, now flicker dim and low.
The city sleeps but never fully at rest,
as it tests the confidence of the best.
They keep up the march, metropolitan throng,
their unrelenting journey and resolute strong.
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