Jaipur, the pink city, is literally rosy.
The rich architecture makes it the pride of India
Who says India is
filled with mere dirt and grime?
Here history summons you!
The harks of the Maharajas and
Maharanis guide you
Through the labyrinthine
Jharokha studded walls and fine alleys of the forts
And drive you
to the historical past.
Bougainvillea decks the city heavier than the breastplates, trinklets
and bandanas of the belles.
Pink and yellow blooms that
dot the thick green stretches
anoint your desensitized heart.
No wonder it is the tourists’ hotspot
And an answer to all the
Global warming concerns.
” From the eyes of an outsider ” , acquaints the casual reader well with impressions of Jaipur. Although the poem’s narrative is competently structured ,the reader is let down by a peremptory final stanza that seems completely forced and out of kilter with the rest of the poem. Polemical statements are not poetry.
your poem stands out as a genuine outburst in favor of all the good things that a country has to offer in sharp contrast to negativity .