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
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