Sunday, December 21, 2014

Grrr.. Gaon (My City a Poem)

A city without a soul
many a footpath with an uncovered hole
The unreal estate
growing at a dramatic rate
Richshaws with people cramped
show how it is badly planned
Prides itself with many a mall
but has a heart so small
When the power takes a walk
in the peak of summer
Dont fret and fume
Just take a shower
One can claim
of harvesting the rain
as for the water to go
there is no drain

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