Street View

Standing at the side of the street, I witness the changes through subsequent visits.

A glass tower, built some days back, stands tall,
Gobbling away space, around the nearby corner shop, that avoids fall.

The corner shop was built few years back,
And it chewed away space around the post-box that stands by the road track.

The post-box and the road track, there since a decade
Munched away space from an adjoining green patch, now aged.

The green patch now ruminates on wild weeds, scarce pollen.
Slowly crawling for refuge under broken city skyline, its only heaven.

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Preeti
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Of the sad truth of the growing high-rises amidst us….nice read!

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