Subramanian rues about the changing landscape of Chennai, in this nostalgic poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
Chennai’s landscape is changing faster beyond the raising of the brows; A fusion of time zones where the Past has disappeared into the shadows. A jaded glimmer of luscious green lurks like a tree in the maze of mist; Roads cry for a fresh coat of life as wheels rip through clouds of dust. New alleys of chameleon hope on view – Farmlands giving way to pigeonholes, where the old seek salubrious wind, the young tensing for defined roles. The Past only a dust-blown wallpaper, uncover new vistas in the day’s layer.
Poet’s Note: Chennai is one of the metros going through a paradigm of change and the present face is hardly what it was 40 years ago in memory. Only a Chennaite will know and speak for what it signifies. A sign of ageing and sapping metabolism? Or is it a question of how one looks at growth?
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