The roads pitted with worn-out rough surface;
Like an aging lady devoid of vital sheen
All greenery vanished like youthful grace;
Roads more congested with wayside shops and
stalls
Noisy tumultuous place with crowded malls.
2. The pristine silence polluted with raucous
sounds.
The black-topped roads turned rough and rude.
The swelling population went out of bounds.
The town expanded with corruption crude.
With outer trappings feigned with
tempting eyes
No sanitation and no proper precautions
wise.
3. Swirling clouds of dust choked our breath
Waters from narrow gutters gushed onto the
streets;
So many vehicles spouting fumes hazardous
to health;
Flouting rules raced as if engaged in
intricate feats;
For old, weak people, a risky challenge to
walk
Drivers, with tilted heads, through mobiles talk.
4. The bulky trees with dense leaves no more
cheer
A shelter for squirrels to leap and for
birds to sing
No chirping sounds and rustle of breezes we
hear
No leaping mirth of monkeys with merry
swing;
Small smoky stalls with wooden benches
greet
No place to rest with ease in fresh air
sweet.
5. The town seemed new, so suddenly grown
No friendly faces seen; myself a stranger
unknown;
No old friend met, no response, I wandered
all alone;
I felt myself out of time; Nothing I felt
my own.
My quest for past turned out a wild goose
chase
We can’t get back the glories that time
did erase.
6. My fancy to re-capture the joyous past
Like sunny domes of Xanadu dissolved at
last;
Time changes men and places too, I
thought.
Driven by greed Nature’s charms are forever lost.
I glanced wistfully at places where I went.
Recalling the days, and friends with whom
I spent.
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