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Today,
"The City" bears the address of real estate.
A fistful of moist earth,
A whisper of tender sprout
For the soulless city,
Its doors swing open in every direction.
Boundless in its expansion,
Unrestrained in its ascent
Between earth and sky,
It knows no limits to its ambition.
Here, lungs collapse, fireballs ignite,
And yet, green continues to sell.
Biodiversity marches toward its grave.
Structures rise as unyielding lines,
While roads and thoughts curve and twist
Still, the city dazzles.
Exuding a deceptive sense of order
In truth, the city of today mirrors the self-centered man of our time.
Man resides in the city
The city inhabits the man.
Now, for man,
The city is home
But the city itself—
A tear unwilling to seep into the desert,
A void where clean air dares not breathe
A barren land, devoid of love,
A rare and fleeting rainbow.
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(Penned in sorrow upon learning of the auction of hundreds of acres of land in Gachibowli, Hyderabad)
Image © Varala Anand |
