Where are chalkmarks on the wall
That made up for stumps?
Where is the postbox
Where I dropped postcards of joy and sorrow?
Where are the kites
That covered the city's sky?
Where is the mango grove
Where we paused for breath?
Where are the smiles
That people wore?
This is not my city!
But wait, the city's latlong
Doesn't seem wrong.
2 comments:
City's latlong may not hv shifted but individual's latlong hv gone wayward- more towards self, away from sacrifices n 'seva' !
Excellent narration 👍
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