Crumbling City

Why do we call it an urban jungle?

Is it because the city builders managed to bungle.

Lakes have been forsaken

Trees were destroyed on a spree.

Air thick with dust and smoke

In trying to breathe my lungs get choked.

There is no path to keep my foot

And the roads with accidents lead to perdition.

With the ambient noise, one can’t hear the poor's voice.

Shortage of water, a reality in the present age.

Lacking drainage, choking sewerage, the city, lifeless than average.

In search of nature, this ain’t a caricature

A slow decay, experience one can, death I wish, will not delay!