The City In Haiku

Dust in the air, city

Roads filled with potholes, hell-like

Missing governance.

Searching for the shade

Trees cut down for cars, walking

You just can’t do it.

People earn on the footpath

You yearn to walk like a king

Where will subjects go?

Gated rich communes

Blind to the chaos outside, but

Need servants always.

Metros ply, minus

Last-mile connectivity 

One-legged running.

I do hop step jump

On the pavements, not all can

city not for them?

What is called transport?

Buses meant for cattle class

Fodder for rulers.

Lakes turned cesspool of

Start-up paradise, wonder

When do things get mixed up?

Whose city is it?

Masses vote for few living

Rest merely surviving.

Is progress hurtling

Towards decay and disease?

Let us find answers.

Water in future

Policing to protect, worth

Dying for, how else?

Lamenting heart out

If you care to listen, let

We restore our city.