The City Poem by Daipayan Nair

We stroll as a new puff
into the veined city
where each face
has its time to be a saga,
where children stop
where children play,
humans stare where
humans talk,
humans sleep
where humans walk
dogs cry where dogs breed,
old passively wink
where old rapidly blink,
cars pale, stay at halt
where cars run,
crows caw
where they are to fly
all in a city of low pulse.

We all remember where it ends

as we travel
in our own cities.

We are never ready
for the 'City'.