Caught up in the race
of cars, thoughts and rats.
Continuous comparison,
city life of crowds and competition
no space to hear yourself think
others breathing down your neck
the heat grit smoke dust
choking all life around.
The seat of government and diplomacy,
madness and no mercy.
To thrive: a miraculous task;
most just barely survive.
The dream and drive of making it big,
the unbeatable will to stay alive.
Against all odds the craze continues
rewarding few
crippling many.
Delhi, do you have any idea
of where you’re leading the country?
You are an unsettled head
in an aching body.
You are trying too hard to keep up,
to prove yourself to the world,
and leaving too much behind.
Delhi, in my belly, on my mind:
are you aware of what you’re doing?
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