Published on 12:00 AM, March 30, 2019

Poetry

Sodium: (Na)mesake

Have you seen my City?

Last I saw it, it was lost

In a cloud of yellow dust

Of the wretched scum

and there rot

It's about ye big?

Thousands of years

Of culture buried under the death

Of innocent children trying to

find a way home?

I can't seem to find it

My city, had a life of its own

I would call it yellow city

Out of the love for lovely light

That Streets would wear

Under the neon sky at night.

The irony of it still echoes

In my head as

Ice caps melt faster

And my city is purged by the dust

As yellow as the false hood

That the news prints

About progress

As yellow as the bar that is

About to hit red for critical

I live here, day in and day out

But I can't find my City,

Have you seen it?

If you find it, keep it

Care for it, it's your city too.

Alvi Ryan Khan is currently  a student at the Department of Business Administration, North South University. He also writes creatively.