Looking out my window

I see light breaking

and know that

The sun is just up.

But where is it hidden

In a shroud of smog ?

A raucous crow flies into the frame and rushes out to catch some food he finds below before another one gets the worm

That’s wriggling in the filth and garbage.

And beneath, I see a tired city, slowly waking up to another day.

The once majestic buildings with curlicues and Corinthian columns are coated with dust

Peeling paint and falling plaster hint at a quickly fading glory.

A few tired trees stand bravely facing the onslaught of rampant construction that ravage this once verdant hill.

From my window I see a city that was once a bustling town

It was a city where fortunes were made , where lives were lived in uncomplicated happiness

But now enshrouded in a mist of smoke and dust , it’s crawling forward to a new age dawn

With fingers of unfinished buildings reaching obscenely higher to reach a sky it cannot see.

Outside my window cool breezes of the morning drive away the darkness of the night

I hope these winds of change bring hope and joy and blow away the descending smog that’s slowly killing

My once beautiful city,

Day by day

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.