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...
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Author:
Nil (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: On my days in Chennai....
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Comments1
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
Thanks a lo!!
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