Chennai’s landscape is changing
faster beyond the raising of the brows;
A fusion of time zones where the past
has disappeared into the shadows.
A jaded glimmer of luscious green
lurks like a tree in the maze of mist;
Roads cry for a fresh coat of life
as wheels rip through clouds of dust.
New alleys of chameleon hope on view
Farmlands giving way to pigeonholes;
where the old seek salubrious wind,
the young tensing for defined roles.
The Past only a dust-blown wallpaper,
uncovers new vistas in the day’s layer.