City Life

Hey guys! Okay, okay, don’t threaten to beat me with a brickbat now. I know I’m a week and a day late, and I sincerely apologize for that. I had my final exams, I got freedom on Saturday from them, I had gone out on a day-long trip yesterday and that’s why I couldn’t post in so long. But hey, I’m back now and I will be regular (when my exams aren’t going on).

So this one’s not actually deep-thought like the others, but it’s a poem with a message conveyed in a humorous form (at least, it’s intended to be that). I hope you guys like it. Here goes-

No one likes life in a city

I’m not saying I do,

But it’s rather a pity

When about its pros, they don’t have a clue.

They’d rather go and live on a hill

Or a pleasant countryside;

Somewhere they won’t get ill,

Somewhere they’ll see butterflies.

You don’t get WiFi on a hill, my dear,

Pizzas don’t get delivered in villages;

Your favourite songs, you can’t hear

As connecting takes a few ages.

Get up, dear child, leave home at five;

Your school’s ten miles away,

There’s no school bus, you’ll have to walk,

And come home another day.

What? You want to go to a shopping mall?

There’s no such thing as that;

For toys, you only have dung-balls,

And that remains the fact.

You can’t have a marshmallow-soft bed

Nor fancy, trendy dresses;

On your birthday, to you, no cake will be fed

No accessories for your tresses.

Milk the cows each Saturday morning

Feed them fodder so they grow fat,

They can pee on you without any warning

And you have to get used to that.

You ordered a smartphone on Amazon?

No, they don’t deliver here;

In the house there’s just one telephone,

That too with a broken rear.

In spite of all this, they say-

“Hills and vills are still better;

Cities have such polluted air,

They’re not where we would settle.”

They don’t like the city’s smoke, noise- those chinks,

I don’t either, I admit;

But have they ever stopped to think,

That it’s they who’ve ruined it?

The fault never was in the city,

‘Twas in the people who live in it,

The people, who, far from making it pretty

The people, who spoiled it.

If they go and live in the hills,

They will spoil them too,

Just the way the city was killed

The hills will die in agony too.

Get up, make the city a paradise;

A heaven, not a living hell,

And then, even without the countryside,

You’ll be able to live here well.