Standing on my terrace
I glance at the roads
All I see is traffic
Moving slower than a snail.
I look up at the skies
To catch a glimpse of it
Twinkle twinkle little star
All I see is a single star.
I walk a while on the terrace
My legs are covered in dust
My body sweats hell a lot
As the heat wave strikes me hard.
I open up the taps to cleanse
Myself, from the dust and sweat
Only a single drop drips from it
My body has more droplets though.
So hot and dry, so stagnant and busy
So noisy and dusty, a city that never sleeps
Is Bengaluru still the garden city?
Or has it become the City of Doom?