Namma Bengaluru

City Bangalore, nerds to the core

With money to invest skyscrapers soar

For the rest a case of grapes too sour.

Weather is good, whether that alone is enough, if one should 

For that reason live in this city

Infrastructure can’t cope it is a calamity

On every street there is a place for thindi

Now and then you see protest against Hindi

Start-ups in plenty, take you for a ride, jaunty

Like a comet they disappear, what happens to the bounty

Potholes dot the streets, where riders, death they meet

Sometimes death comes by bus of the BMTC fleet

Flourishing gig economy, where delivery executives gag

Happy to begin with, their enthusiasm does sag

Here a pub, there a pub, for the drinkers city a hub

Need jiggling money in the pocket, there in lies the rub 

If you have caffeinity, coffee shops in the vicinity

For Rupees twelve, a glass of divinity.

Solpa adjust Madi, a common refrain, if you do, there won’t be any pain

Autos over charge, with no last mile connectivity, commuting does strain.

This ode, about nammuru, not a God’s abode

Two decades I have lived, because I could afford.