My City
The city wears the streets
on its sleeves
both sides adorned with buildings
glass paned windows
like numerous eyes
some half close and half open
modern clothes dangling on the balconies
cars of desire stand in front
roads and passways criss crossing
traffic moves on indulgently
billboards display latest fads
and nights and days become one
the bustling restaurants tempting
noise is a contrast inside out
shops and malls busy
buying and selling
where customer is king
The city also has streets
where beggars hop in between
potholes as marking points
somewhere signboards say
“Diversion, Men at Work”
back alleys and dark gullies
among them parks small and large
with signages that say
“I love My City”
Hour 19