Every morning I wake up early
But fail to witness a beautiful dawn
I can see some pigeons flyin' around
But where have the sparrows gone
I sit in my car and drive around
And feel the city needs a correction
Journey is on, but the end's nowhere
As I fail to find the right direction
I see a million faces around
Grumpy, joyous and even masked
Every one seems busy answering
The question that was never asked
I wish they ban plastic
The bag is not all I mean
All of us are deeply intrigued
But none of us is really keen
Innocence is a mirage they say
But the chase at times is a must
Dirty shoes and blackened hearts
Are all makings of the Urban Dust.
