23 March 2007

The Temple City

They call it capital city
Some call it Temple city
No sparrows but dust, dust and dust
No music of birds but car horns.
Roads are congested
As the mafia rule the place
A highly polluted city
As dozens of vehicles
Are added every hour.
The trees are gone and the
Subsoil water is sucked dry
A place of violence
As the police takes care of VIPS
As the common man suffers.
Still they call it a temple city
The old temples are in ruins
The new ones are built every other day
The land bill is on paper
So also the water bill
Bureaucracy rule the state
Still they call it a temple city.
Animals are slaughtered by the side of roads

As the people have craving for cruelty
The weather is humid and no human being
Can thrive without the shades of the trees
But where are the trees ? and where are the birds?
Still we call it the city of temples.

Dr Sanjoy Kumar Satpathy

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