City, Now A Neo-Village

by Dr. Sunil Sharma

I hear the bird songs

after a decade or even more,

the city, under the lockdown, gets woken up

by the friends from the skies, delight the human ears

with the divine songs, the sounds, musical, natural

in the quiet;

the streets remain largely devoid of poison-spewing monsters

the trees sway and dance, their whispers amplified

and listened, in a lonely high-rise, in Malad.

The air, sky, clean.

Citizens---inside cages.

Animals, out in the open.

My city is a new resort,

our neo-village home!

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Good poem mirroring today's life as it is.Kudos sir.

T.S.Chandra Mouli
29-Nov-2020 12:01 PM