Delhi City Poem



  Bus Number 740


Is 753 a bus to CP?
It is my city
I am its GPS
once, at this bus stop
I chased my fears.
Madam, is 721 a bus to ITO?
Once, there was my home
where I felt alone.


Finally 740 they chased,                             
as they madly rushed                               
I was pushed into a rabbit hole.                             
Hope, I will come back.


In the glassy-glossy city,
I became a wanderer.
The glossy dew drops
touched my fantasy.
The Himalayan breeze
revived our Yamuna,
as the queen
built majestic castle for
the city warriors.


The tainted glass shattered,
this fainted woman's dream faded.
Will 740 go to Laxmi Nagar?
Finally, I reached the Delhi Gate.                          
Hope, I was heard.


                                     -Preeti


Comments

  1. Shubham AryaMarch 8, 2019 at 6:04 AM

    Hello Preeti!
    Fantastic work! Well crafted poem!
    Good use of stream of consciousness technique,the sense of suspense that you created, the way you crafted the whole scenario, and the question in the end: wonderful1
    Enjoyed the poem!
    Cheer!
    Jesus Loves You!

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