The purpose of this poem is not to criticize, but to reflect.
Not just on WHAT we are doing, but HOW we're doing it.
Ask ourselves: Even if what we're doing makes sense, is this the best way?
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I remember a Bangalore green
Not just on WHAT we are doing, but HOW we're doing it.
Ask ourselves: Even if what we're doing makes sense, is this the best way?
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I remember a Bangalore green
Its roads lined with trees
Its weather, everyone’s envy
All day, a cool breeze
‘Twas the pride of India
Its Garden City, no less
Who could’ve thought this city of charm
Would end up in such a mess
But the state and people alike
Gave in to their innate greed
The once “pensioners’ paradise”
Was left to go to seed
Aye, a city must grow
To modern times, adapt
If only this were done with care
The changes would’ve been apt
But now just bricks and mortar
Stack up each corner and nook
Broken pavements, traffic and crowds
Anywhere you look
The summer sun now burns
As it does the city taunt
No escape from me, it says
Try as hard as you want
Oh, how the heart now yearns
For that cool breeze of yore
But the sad truth for one and all
Is, it’ll return
no more
3 comments:
Simply Brilliant. So true too.
I second what Ava said.
Sad but true. I have not been to Bangalore for a very very long time but I am sure it has changed beyond recognition just like my city Delhi has too.
Sir those lines were great.
As population is growing it is not prudent to promote migration to just one city. Pragmatism requires us to build more new cities with good infrastructure. We can build more cities in north Karnataka. But our politicians are more concerned about spending for populist policies instead of infrastructure. There is a need to change our priorities.
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