Different only in degrees

The city, everywhere, is essentially the same.

Different only in degrees

A song too.

The tear that slowly creeps out of the corner

and a smile that slips off the edge

Different only in degrees

The questions that burn

and answers that satisfy

Different only in degrees

A lie too.

The life that ends

and a death that begins

Different only in degrees

The touch that lingers

and a smell that fades

Different only in degrees

Everywhere, the city is essentially the same.

 

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About victoranish

A theatre worker living in Bangalore.
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