I carry the tag of an Urbanite, Thrown from village lane to slum site, As bonded kid of crude contractors, Leaving huts behind to pick up blades.
I thrive in core concrete jungles, A haven of real estate brazen babus, Whose kith and kin addicted to 5 M’s, Motors, Mobiles, Movies, Music and Macs.
Engrossed in exchanging SMS and MMS, Fond of killing time at staring wall posters, Shifting locations to shady corners, Minor babus unduly indulge in curses.
It is a regular sight to witness brawl, That rages into duels and riots at bar, Upon which Men in uniform crawl, Chasing Youth into crowed bazaars.
-- G.C. Rao 24 -10- 2006
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