Life in the city is
cacophonous - believe it or not .
Loneliness torments one
even in the midst of
milling crowds – believe it or not.
Whether inside the shell or outside
like a tortoise sticking out its head
you or I can’t escape the boredom
we undergo in the city
– believe it or not.
Every emotion, be it love,
sorrow, pain, joy, delight,
ecstasy is available of course for
a price in the big bazaar
called the city - believe it or not.
City is an enchantress
who beckons everyone
irrespective of status – whether
a billionaire or a beggar into her lap
and tends them all
with love and kisses galore- believe it or not.
You and I are faceless
in the city of millions
no one knows other
in the true sense of that word - believe it or not.
Crisis of identity is the hallmark of
a city from which a city man/woman
never, ever can escape - believe it or not.
For a village product
who was born and
brought up feels like a fish out of water – believe it or
not.
Travelling down memory lane
the village product
heaves a sigh
-believe it or not.
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