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Trapped

Glass panes,
view of skyline,
sun sinking in an aura of red,
jacket hanging on the chair,
feeling on top of the world,
but still trapped at the end of the day,
in the concrete jungle,
when one looks the street guitarist,
performing and smiling.

© Shashank Bhardwaj.

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