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City of Joy
City of Joy
A murky white sky
Chirping of birds
The fading voice of a woman
People running around in haste.
Welcome to my city
At the break of dawn.
Sight of many bidding adieu to loved ones
Yet some welcoming near ones
Moist eyes in joy and sorrow.
Elders sipping their morning ‘chai’
With a folded newspaper in hand.
Echo of political debates run
Amidst the humid weather.
Welcome all to my city
At the break of dawn.
A long queue of passengers
Waiting for the yellow taxi
The eagerly waiting driver
To win the first customer of the day!
The howling conductor
Of the blue and golden bus
Calls people to drop them at their destination.
Welcome all to my city
At the break of the dawn.
The smoke from the freshly lit chullahas
The yawning of beggars at dawn
The tattered houses, speak billion words of generations.
The empty roads stretch miles
For the energetic joggers.
Welcome all to my city
At the break of the dawn.
Slowly as light breaks in,
And the city comes alive
The chirping of birds ceases.
To be replaced with shrilling horns.
The mist in the air disappears
To make way for black smoke
Sweat dripping from the forehead.
The honking of cars,
The noise of barking street dogs,
The paper boy cycling on the wheels
And the hustling people make the city alive.
Welcome to the city of joy
After the break of dawn.
