Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Delhi, 2010

Several shades of grey
engulf me and spit me out
every day
The cold, dull, concrete grey rising
over the roads
the diesel fume grey colouring my lungs
the grey of nonchalance, ignorance
or simply arrogance,
outside the million malls
the grey ghosts of the trees than once, were
several shades of grey
engulf me and spit me out
every day, with the precision of a tooth driller
and i reluctantly accept
this description
of my life in Delhi.

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