THE CITY

A lamp post standing around the corner, its
light bathing the grey tiles sprawled down the
street, flickering like in retort of being
deserted. The gloomy city I reside,

A stream of cars Hooting, pedestrians
trotting, waddling by the pavement,
men in suits clutching their briefcases
like their lives depended on it, a bunch
of women giggling and waving their hands,
children clinging on their mothers. This
is the city I stay,

Stores with their doors shut, the ‘CLOSED’
sign dangling, but as one peers through the
glass window, shadows move about the place.
The queer city I live,

The night sky filled with twinkling stars,
a moon that sneaks around the floating
clouds, giving the impression of a curious
entity observing from afar, the cold wind that
blows unnoticed. The marvelous city I stay!