they, who have loved this place
are long since gone
leaving behind, empty shells
hungry, moving freely around
many others, rush in daily
pouring in this overfilled void
and so many, eventually
seep underground
she welcomes all
to her still loving bosom
now poisonous with
the filth that surrounds
not anymore this is
the city of hearts
but of a lust for power
that knows no bounds
the poet laments
his eyes run dry
waiting for the time, when
what was lost, will be found
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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