My City

This was a poem that I performed during the last Pratibha (a cultural fest) of my final year college, sometime last year. The theme was The World Through my Lens, and of course I’d write about my city. I secured third place for performing this! And then I fell sick for the next 10 days.

High rise apartments

on dead lakes.

Lakes that provided for hundreds and hundreds

of acres of farmlands.

Lakes that provided for hundreds of migratory birds and nature lovers.

Lakes that gave us drinking water,

fresh and healthy.

Lakes that were alive, fifty years ago.

It was about nature. It was about being happy.

What about now?

What about now, you ask?

Look around you!

High rise apartments,

software dumps,

industrial wastes,

air conditioning,

cars, cars with air conditioning,

Employment opportunities like no other!

Would you build a twenty storey house on your providers’ grave?

Should I be proud that this is about the development of my country?

Or should I hang my head in shame and shiver with fear that the one thing that I hold dear, will be snatched away from me

in the next ten years?

Looking back on this, there are lots of opportunities for improvement. But I wrote this in like, 20 minutes in class, so I shall forgive myself.