Where are the folks?
Street is deserted and dull,
Shops some gutted,
Some shuttered.
Where are the birds
That sway on these electric loops?
Where is the shoe-shine boy
Who smiles and shines my shoes
At that corner?
Where are the fruit sellers
Who sit by the wall of this gold showroom
And shout?
The air is heavy,
Smoke smouldering
Burnt tyres and bamboo poles
Scattered, diffused at my step.
An uneasy calm
Lulls the city to sleep!
A subtly crafted and engaging piece that draws the unsuspecting reader into an existential ennui replete with dystopian tropes.
humbled dear acclaimed poet and writer. Thank your the excellent elaboration and commentary.
A insightful,well-crafted poem that is filled with an air of suspense till the truth is acknowledged at the end.
humbled dear acclaimed poet. really appreciate your succinct comment.
An ironical comment on the modern peaceful city life , well crafted.
thank you dear poet for your kind words. stay blessed.