THIS METRO

POEM

I like the surging

waves of crowds of this city

I love to be a part of it.

One among thousands,

a faceless being.

It rids me of false sense of my identity

of my excessive pride,

my hubris.

I love the hustle and bustle of this city,

the spell binding noises,

piercing  my ear-drums,

the wild music.

The louder my voice

the louder my laughter

the higher the wild music,

like the incessant thunder showers .

it drowns my false sense of my loud voice

at its peak which could sink

the wild music of this city.  

I love the high-rise buildings of this city,

the multi-storeyed noises

that top - of the - world feeling

when I stay rooted

on the balcony of the top-most floor.

The thick concrete

forests along the

length and breadth of this metro,

reminds me of the top hills,

the verdant hills,

the verdant landscape,

the azure streams,

lakes and ponds

the ocean of paddy fields

which ONCE adorned my far-away village.

The concrete forests bereft of greenery 

fills me with the scent of nostalgia.