A City’s Complaint | Poem by Prathmesh,10,Kolkata
If a city could speak, what would it say? 10-year-old Prathmesh from Kolkata writes a reflective poem about this.
As a city, my heart is filled with warmth
Seeing glittering quiet bays,
Around me, it’s all peace and silence,
Which I enjoy, after a long day.
My buildings are full of working people,
My skyscrapers are luxurious hotels,
Some people enjoy themselves on my beaches and cruises,
You know, this is the only story I want to tell.
The bridges are the necklace of my beauty,
Electricity and light are my backbones.
Still, I have a hidden dejection,
On many days I feel alone.
The people are selfish and greedy,
Theft and depression are my hidden sorrow.
In my world, there is no equality,
Even though I shine, I’m hollow.
