I don't see any lone bungalow,
In these streets lined by apartments,
And complexes that tower higher
To compete with each other.

The serene beauty of solitude,
Is replaced by community,
Is enhanced by it's harmony.

And there are no rooftops,
Just terraces,
That let us gaze into the
Dawn and Dusk,
With long and enchanting
Lines of fluff,
Extending beyond reach.

But what's the most peculiar view of it all,
Is the tangled  mess of lines and strings,
Hanging from every terrace,
And connecting it,
To the enemy's.
An interconnected web
Reaching the privileged and the poor,
Exacting the commonality,
And traversing the walls
Built around the building
To foster separatism,
Uniting us
In one identity.

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A/N:

One more Free Verse for you guys.

What are your thoughts in this? Have you had a similar view? Do share your experience.