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New To The City?


By Suryalaxmi R.
Empty terraces, vacant rooftops
Lonely yards , that is the city they made
Pigeons crowding up on a roof distant in sight
I long for the sound, thank God for it,
The rest is noise.
Traffic bangs on doors, even at night
I wander how people see the route in darkness
And why they trust the headlights
When even the moon is known to cheat,
Flowers in my native died in loneliness
The first tiny flowers of the city I saw
When it brushed against the street dog
Windows were to offer a sight
But here they open up to another window
I long for the kites flying sky
But alas not even an urchin around.

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