Chennai کے بول

A sleeping homeless on the asphalt He has no friends, is nobody called His legs are scattered on the floor Never saw such a misery before Walking through the dirty streets of Chennai Dusty, overcrowded, ugly Chennai Noise in every angle of my ears Nobody hears Mean black mane in disheveled confusion Seems like sleeping all time in illusion All his life lives nevermore His complete life tells a bad crime Only he does live to shine His world be no longer sad Because I know he´s dead No chance to live? No chance to die? Just be there Just suffer from Chennai