Lesser Noida [ The Poem | The City ]

A city of villages peopled by goons,
Of dust laden winds and scorching noons,
Of muddy rains and jaundiced moons.

A city where suns set against red, mottled skies,
Of haunting, resounding machinic cries,
Full to brim with deceit and lies.

A city where lingers a fetid, corrupting stench,
Of power hungry people, ambition drenched,
Of epic victorious tales of small, petty revenge.

Where people make friends till the work of friendships done.
Fire guns off others shoulders 'til their battles are won.

Mistrust.
Jealousies.
Hate and Scorn.

Egos.
Fallacies.
Prejudiced and love torn.

Where, for a cost, your future waits to be bought.

Where you are lost if your innocence is not.

~f~