A leafy banyan tree near the river bank
on the elevated plateau, loosened the aerial roots
grow over the rocky surface,
as if dropping down the long tresses
trying to reach ground and survive.
A dark grey sky holding
sheets of clouds on her chest
for conditioning shadow of squabbles,
sweeping down the uneven slopes
rain drops on each and every limb of the city.
A small crowd gathers under the tin shade
temple flowers get smeared in their hands,
a bit of moisture and soil,
footsteps climbing the stairwell for prayer
fighting for survival that we all are known.