City of Wars

They hit the wall
Fall flat
Crawl back to the pit that's bred them…
These are word-bodies of our cities
They watch the neon streets
The 'legit' cars and the audacity of greed
Blindfolded…
These eyes are doing a home run
They touch the platter
Palms retreat,
Abandon…
These are the collapsed hands of our times
In this city of willing walls
Winds rest in graves
In this land of the lords
Shame impales sight
In this boundary of the blind,
Palms pray,
Eyes feed on death,
And words wield wars…

Rubana is working on a PhD at Jadavpur University, Kolkata.