NAMMA Chennai
A prominent metro on India’s map
I was born and brought up, pampered
on its lap
People call it Chennai, the
erstwhile Madras.
The serene city, the visage
of cultural heritage
Has changed its façade over
the decades.
The story of Chennai is very
old,
It was a placid place for
one to behold
The conspicuous tranquillity
of Chennai
Seem to have gone into
oblivion for the best.
With swelling number of migrant
heads
Dwelling and slogging with
full of zest.
Missing are those myriad “Thennais”
and “Thinnais”
That many a vagrant head would
take respite and rest.
Funny bags hang outside for
the milk sachets to go inside.
Gone are the days where even
cats and crows were
Honest enough not to touch
the milk bottles kept outdoors.
Gone are those grimacing little
monkeys and snake charmers
Now we get to see menacing
monkey-like bike roamers.
Roads wore a deafening
silence, it was an age
Varieties of vehicles make
all of it a mirage.
Gone are the chirpy sparrows squatting
on our docile homes
To make way for chirpy girls chatting
on their mobile phones.
Playful shrieking kids clasping
i-pods are here to stay
Joyful squealing squirrels
clasping pods have gone astray.
All around, I see restaurants
and shopping malls, so modern
But, all I need to hang around
around is a pretty garden
With butterflies and dragonflies
abound.
I am in search of this
Chennai fondly called Namma Chennai.
fantastic, nice poem
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