Urban poem by nissim ezekiel. the hills are always far away.he knows the broken roads and movesin circles tracked within his head.before he wakes and has his say,the river which he claims he lovesit is dry, and all the winds lie dead.at dawn, he never sees the skieswhich, silently, are born again.nor of
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