The urchin banging at the car
on rainy nights,
begging for a buy;
The old house down the road
making way for another
highrise where no one will live;
The cobbler at the corner store
smiling away toothless
awaiting his death;
The mausoleum of the hero
of the past - rebellion glorified
is the new tradition;
The aquarium where
water dried up
and the fish, all died;
I am the city that you
don't see dying,
obsessed with 'progress'.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
The urchin banging at the car
on rainy nights,
begging for a buy;
The old house down the road
making way for another
highrise where no one will live;
The cobbler at the corner store
smiling away toothless
awaiting his death;
The mausoleum of the hero
of the past - rebellion glorified
is the new tradition;
The aquarium where
water dried up
and the fish, all died;
I am the city that you
don't see dying,
obsessed with 'progress'.
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