City(Poem)

The unethical air
was beyond redemption
full with gases
only known to science
and men and women
in angelic-white coats.

The photochemical smog
with Charles dickens
feel and filters
cannot give miracles now.

The illegitimate houses
and the un-mothered slums
visible only in the
ultra-hopeless spectrum
have people
with counterclockwise fates
and frozen hopes.

The skyscrapers
having electric rainbows and
do not seem to have
the poetic colours.

The traffic jams
roadblocks
and the rages
by the nobodies to the nobodies.

Street vendors
fill up the
cheap bellies
and the time-murderers.

At night
somehow the city
falls into
mystical homeostasis
and stops its adulthood for a while.

How?


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