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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, a senior academic and author-critic-poet--freelance journalist, is from suburban Mumbai, India. He has published 22 books so far, some solo and some joint, on prose, poetry and criticism. He edits the the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA
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