A City barely breathing
Degrading, in front of my eyesight,
A City once alive —
Breathing, in her cataract eyes.
Forming clouds of smoke
From towers of burning bricks,
And not the clouds that carries rain—
Those quench the thirst of seeds.
Snow field of jasmine flowers
Awakening sleeping bees,
Instead, mount of plastics —
Rotting jasmine seeds.
Jingling, twinkling bullock carts
Dripping paddy water,
Not the water from sewer lines —
Dirt, sludge and litter.
Once a narrow flimsy road
Two persons at a time,
Massive asphalt lanes now —
Swallowing lands fertile.
Once a narrow flimsy road
Nor a massive in need,
Leaving massive fertile land —
Blessing two meals to feed.
Embracing in her arms
Her heart palpitating,
Tear-soaked pillow —
Unsoaked scary uncertainties.
A home she desired for us
To rebirth and revive,
Fearing for our evil deeds,
We-be chastised,
A City once alive —
Breathing, in her cataract eyes.