RIPPLE OF A SUMMER DAY IN KOLKATA EM BYPASS

After visiting my attending eye doctor for retinal ailments,

My journey begins through spectacular EM Bypass,

Some portion of the way under the construction,

Some portion of the way created to multiple circular flyovers,

Metro rail, high rise architectural elegance,

One step each towards vision and beauty,

Striding with gentle quoting from a love poem,

As if my voice raises to utter some lines

With sights of my eyes around the summer May,

As if my eyes are tucked into magic landscape,

Where water bodies do not leave, but designed carefully,

Glimpses, strangeness falls ahead of our great

Grand-mothers’ old days, when it was only jungle,

Land owners’ hands and feet are still seems to be expelled,

The sun reveals its melting effect.

The asphalt road turns hot.

Commuters are feeling hot and sweating,

Inside crowded bass, passers-by feeling

Warm on radiation of heated road,

As if the road says to all in question

“Why you do not have everything to feel cool.

When you are advancing for a new world,

When you sign everything for your newness,

Why do you feel annoyed, tired, irritated?”

The nature does not know who you are

But it does know you are one of its partners,

Distortion of any kind would tell a story of robbery,

The nature knows what it knows, we do not instead.

Prof. Stephen Hawking once said:

Humans must leave Earth in 100 years to survive.

Are you ready?

All melting asphalts, matchbox houses, artificial lakes,

Are falling gently with warring manifestos like

Burning trees waiting for termination.