Found Poem

When the sun lighten the city,

every old building is dressed in a tremendous year

prosperity, honor and joy

dazzle with brilliance

 

In the corner

another world

Putrid liquids oozed down the streets,

spreading death and disease.

The air was filled with the repugnant smell of rotting fish

Chilly wind blows into windpipe

Dusts hit pedestrian’s face

Grey stubble,a tatty t-shirt,dark trousers

all around the stress

 

Behind the board,

are their grins.