by Parth Pandya
The city hates nature
It clunks its hatred from its viscera,
Of gurgling pipes fuming at their mouths.
It blows steam and smoke and anger
At the overarching blue sky
The city hates nature
Like a man who encroaches on someone’s land
And deludes himself into thinking it’s his
Mangling the land to make sure
There are no traces of yesterday
The city hates nature
And yet, can’t keep it out completely
Life seeps through its tight crevices
On the sides of brick embankments
In the birds circling the harbour
The city hates nature
Yet its denizens can’t help but flee
Like refugees past its borders
Into the lap of the gurgling water
Where the light filters through trees
The city hates nature
Crusades are fought to bring one to life
Greed and lust its two greatest generals
Bending nature to adapt to its will
Fighting till only one survivor remains
Parth Pandya is a passionate Tendulkar fan, diligent minion of the ‘evil empire’, persistent writer at http://parthp.blogspot.com, self-confessed Hindi movie geek, avid quizzer, awesome husband (for lack of a humbler adjective) and a thrilled father of two. He grew up in Mumbai and spent the last eleven years really growing up in the U.S. and is always looking to brighten up his day through good coffee and great puns.
