The roads have a faded sheer

Its grandeur lost somewhere

On the roads laden with blocks

Music blasts from many pubs

In the voices of the men

As they disrespect women

A sense of hollowness and uncertainty

Is alarmingly

Bandraites were warm

They wanted to know your aunt’s cousin

Now the ignorance

Of the neighbor’s nameplate

Haunts the elderly

As hundreds get replaced by thousands

They seem to have been lost in a by-gone era

Is it acceptable?

To be unfriendly and selfish

To let trees be cut

And erase the old world-charm

Of this suburb

– Rashmi Hemrajani