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Harinder’s evocative poem takes us on a poignant journey through the centre of a city whose contradictions choke it, exclusively for Different Truths.
A city of concrete jungle covered with smog, Where apathy is the attitude and people Are as dead as the log. A city where I yearn to see the clear blue sky, The air space is usurped by the flying machines, Once, the birds used to fly A city of fast lanes A city of metro trains A city of fake profiles A city of plastic smiles A city of people, corrupt Unethical and morally bankrupt A city with tales of crime A city that has no time To care, share, or live in brotherhood. A city that needs to learn a lesson from a Village about the things, good A city that never sleeps Everywhere, one finds huge garbage heaps A city unsafe for women A city where the calm of the night is Disturbed by the noise often A city with amenities many but no peace In a city where water is also available for some fees, A city of contrasts Of the rich in pubs and hotels, Also, the struggling middle-class A city that is not ashamed of its slums A city with a cold heart and a body numb A city which burns in the heat and gets clogged in the rain A city that needs psychiatrists to keep the people sane This is the tale of my crying city. The rogues who ravaged it plundered its natural beauty.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
