CITY
HARSHDEV MADHAV
In the “Bhixapatra” of “Buddha”
The city is dropped burnt by Atombombs
A lost butterfly came
It took a breath but believing the city like a
plastic flower
It flew away, Now, Spring will not come
on the roads decorated by towers!
I am wandering hither and thither to find a man
who is rest in living condition but I am finding
cigaratte-boxes
stones
carriers, cycles, motors
and
historical places!
City is
a bird without wings
a tree without green leaves
a butterfly without colours
a body without soul!