The sunset in my town
no longer feels the same
Sound of temple bells
is lost in the rush of vehicles
The vision of birds flying away
is obscured by tall towers
Prayer from the mosque
struggles to fill the air
with its divine melody
The pubs swarm with
loud disco music
The crowd bustles, pouring
drinks and smoking cigars
The green pastures are gone now,
the shepherd doesn’t blow his flute
The old banyan tree is dying,
abandoned by birds and squirrels
The calm water of the river
is now filled with junk
The sky is covered with dense
smoke and I fight to spot the stars
The serenity of the once pleasant
evening is lost with heavy voices
The sunset in my town
no longer feels the same
It doesn’t pause a little,
feel a little, and is growing very fast
