Theme: Landscape

The Illusion of Suburbia

Where the sidewalk meets the road

Past the fire hydrants and the post boxes,

The parking meters and the shuttered shops,

The shelter of the blue-marked bus stops;

The half-lit dry cleaners, the crowded grocery stores,

The gambling shops with their lurid frontage,

Promise of winnings to perennial losers.

These fixtures with their mixed messages

The allure of easy money with hidden caveats

Bulging pockets parting with notes.

There are no streets anymore;

Only roads, a sea of vehicles choked with traffic

This familiar scene repeated ad infinitum

Across big cities and small towns.

Street names that contradict and jar

Avenues with bare, denuded trees,

Cul-de-sacs with exits curving into entrances

Views without scenic splendour;

Walks with broken, splintered pavements

Groves without orchards or hollies,

Mews without stables

The Close an unchecked haven of noise.

Something has been lost and sacrificed

Perhaps a sense of proportion,

A clarity of vision, a natural earthly accord

The myth of suburbia has died.

The village green has been paved over

Even as the water puddles recoil with horror.


More By  :  Kewal Paigankar

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