The City Poem

Let me give you this sultry summer noon
This shining mirage on asphalt road,
This sudden spell of yellow rain
Its all I have for you to give.

High-rise pointing the grey sky
Hoardings showing the promises of new life,
Tram lines crossing the busy streets
These are what my city have.

I cannot give you the lush green grass
The smell of dew on golden paddy,
The long shrieking of a black kite
Breaking the silence of a lazy afternoon.

The city poem is shunned from these
The air here is engulfed by smoked diesel;
The colorful neons are orchids here
Life here is a morbid dream!