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written by: Sunil Sharma



The horns
blast, shattering like glass
the ear drums
in the manic cities across
progressing India.
Routine honking
road rage on mute
on streets chock- a- block
with polluting vehicles.
The serial sounds wafting on smog
up to the top floor in a glass cage
brilliantly lit by a moody sun.
The horns have
varied scales and notes
keep on circulating, as bad currency
and sting like the yellow wasp seen
decades ago in a normal childhood
in a town full of trees and shrubs and flowers.
only horns
and no bees or wasps
in the post-modern purgatory
called by a better name, mega city of dreams.

Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 20 published books: Six collections of poetry; two of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015.
Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA
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