now i know why u r thinking abt death

now i can smell them who think abt their suicide at  the same time
now i know why they are sitting in front of  a tv without making a murmour
now i know why those crowds listening to cricket  more than his speech
now i know why i am thinking abt her like listening to a
now I know  why  they  r using her as an privacy lost std booth
(after the call they are abandoning her in the end clearing the full billing)
I don’t know wheather she is a prostitute or not?
One day in a gravity lost street it is so hard to breath I know but ;
U have to walk beyond the pluck cards which filled with manifestos
Yes u walk avoiding the dead bodies of those youngsters-
Who  know why I am thinking, suffering abt them