Lampposts tall wrapped in tinsel lights
Streets improving with every elective victory
But the metro line doesn't evolve
Much too much erratic ploys.
My city stands apart,
With a culture seeped in rich heritage
Cinema and literature, music and food
Traditions embraced with gusto and grace
But politics breaks the path to glory
Panic and aggression steal the story
For a multitude of manipulations
And factual multiplication
The city draws deep breaths
Planning wrong steps
A place in regress.
© 2020 Tiyasha Maitra