Amid the vast buildings

And the mist of noise

I look for my missing identity.

I recklessly wander here and there like

Set-free cattle on the road,

The passer by get angry with me

Disappointed, I beg for the people

To listen to my voice,

But alas!

My voice is silenced in the noise pollution.

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