Kabuliwala and the City

This city looks different -

_{But, what was I expecting?}

_{After years of exile,}

_{The universe changes}

_{Just like you and me,}

_{What is a city?}

 

_{I stop the river of emotions,}

_{And look outside;}

_{Vague echoes of crowded roads,}

_{A roundabout}

_{Tagore looks sombre}

_{Hands at the back, whispering:}

 

_{We are all Kabuliwalas,}

_{In the trade of time,}

_{Our city, a Mini khuki}

_{Growing up}

_{Failing to see us}

_{Not the other way round,}

 

_{Tagore departs in divine wisdom -}

_{While I -}

_{I scramble for mortal loopholes}

_{My cab - a prison coach, floats away}

_{A time-machine}

_{In a different universe…}

 

_{17th October, 2026}

x