Summer in a city(citychronicles)

The city dweller wanders like a desert-worn cactus
the tar roads wind, shimmering in the brazen heat
Pathways rattle like an ill-begotten trapeze artist
Just as the air coughs up like a chain smoker
Cigarette butts get strewn like charred corpses
The ghosts of the urban jungle haunt
Their murmuring muffled by mammoth trumpets -
Those horns that recede with screeching tires
Just like ambulance sirens signal the rush 'n' wait
for life to birth or die

Over the dead's mound - a blade of grass grows
The soil loosens from beneath the cement ,
The city's glasshouse splinters at that moment
To the wanderer who listens:
A story retells itself - somewhere, from faraway time,
Of a tiny bud that breathed of the living
True to its nature, to bloom under wide green canopies!