DREAMS

City got no dreams
Except concrete pillars
And in each measured pillars
You find iron ore,
a blend of cement and sand
not dreams
In  blocks you find moisture not water
No snow but a layer of smoke
like in fuel pipes
Real not but in artificial smiles
they capture your attention
in grace that is greased
on a layer of face pack
City got no dreams
but dreamy eyes of sleepless nights
drowned in ice cubes
there no ocean flows
but a crowd forms clusters
in designer moulds
and you find not you
but a layer, a mask
a pretence….