The City That Smelt Sweet At Dawn

By Rhymer Rhymer

This is the CITY
It is a City of MASJID
It was a safe CITY:
This was the city of sweet breeze at dawn
this was the city of sweet chirping of birds at dawn
this was the city of sweet wind of the Green Dome
this was the city of sweet reciting of the holy Quran
this was the city of sweet living life of unity
this was the city of sweet peaceful life
How that CITY is infested with GAMBLING!
They continue till fojr ajan!
air is full of bad smell of wine
air is full bad breathes of the prostitutes
air is full of bad smell from the drunkards
cars rush in scratching sounds
they blowing dust and smell of burnt petrol:
Masjid goers observe them who enter the so called luxurious area
So IT has been ordered
Remove the RUBBISHES!
You the spokesman of right and justice
May be the CITY of MASJID is going to get its real LIFE!
You need not to bother the creticals! !

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