Guwahati Diaries

(1)

I now live in a city:

A city that sleeps and sleeps and sleeps,

Even Mumbai is a city that now sleeps;

(2)

I now live in a city:

Where the only pollution

is the pollution of silence,

Where even eeriness is hush-hush now;

(3)

I now live in a city:

Where people stand apart in queues,

Inside demarcated circles,

Outside grocery shops,

and outside medical stores;

(4)

I now live in a city:

Where Spring is lonely – for a change,

And who knows,

The long Summer ahead

may be a lonely one too;

(5)

I now live in a city:

Where schools are shut,

But –

Wine Shops are wide open,

A city where shut Temple doors

are devoid of devotees,

While Wine Shops openly boasts of

long unending queues in broad daylight,

This is my city – for the time being.

© Sabah

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