Nilanjan

Oh My City.....

Broken debris and wracks spread here and there

Skyscrapers kissing the cloud without a fear

Good, bad and ugly... sudden laughter and tear

Fast or slow.. to the front or rear

 

How are you my city? Where is your royal nest?

Keep well my city.. I have buried my dreams on your chest...

 

Someone dawdling through a waterlogged street

Hesitating to stroll and achieve the fleet

Dried pebbles, fountains... a rejected lover's heart-bleed

Gloomy inamoratas and gigolos... or a sudden strike indeed

 

How are you my city? Where is your royal nest?

Keep well my city.. I have buried my dreams on your chest...

 

  • Author: Nil (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2016 06:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: On my days in Chennai....
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • chaz2296

    I like this especially the sentiment shown towards Chennai.You could easily be talking about a person rather than a place and that makes it endearing to me

    • Nilanjan

      Thanks a lo!!



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