Tall, concrete, shining monstrosities
thrusting their way to the sky,
soaring, competing
with the few lonely birds,
lost, forlorn specks
that seem to know not why,
a tired sun still wearily shines through
a stained grey sky,
dirty and heavy
with the discontent of humanity,
but even though weary,
their eyes, dull and teary
with the untiring efforts
of reaching new heights
The city never sleeps
It pays no heed to
the monotonous hum
of tuneless lullabies sung by vehicles,
as they lumber noisily,
on bruised and potholed roads,
roads lit up with garish neon lights,
that seem to blind the starry eyed fortune hunters,
fresh from their villages of birth,
lazy days of laughter and mirth,
promising them
untold wealth and adventure
wrenched away from home and hearth
The nouveau riche dash about in their shiny cars
flashing obscene diamonds and ringing cellphones
blue jeans, straight hair, t shirts tight
they look like clones, armies of humanity,
poised for flight,
flight to unchartered territories, new boundaries,
clones, manufactured from the factories of
the city that never sleeps
The planes keep flying,
the trains keep rumbling,
new buildings rise,
the old are crumbling,
in the relentless race of humanity,
values and principles are stumbling,
each alley each corner,
bristling and humming with life,
whether it be day or night,
while in their rooms,
lonely and wizened
the elderly lie,
tossing and turning in stealth,
staring blankly at their tv screens
their only companions,
awaiting the release of death
while the young follow their dreams
In the city that never sleeps
and even though,
the face of humanity,
has been tarnished beyond repair,
the pain has been subdued,
the greed for success laid bare,
hope continues to burn eternal in the human breast,
man continues to labour in his burning quest,
aims for the cities, the hypnotic bright lights,
to better his lot, reach new heights,
labours, sweats out tears of blood
In the city that never sleeps
And so, it carries on,
the pulse of this city continues to beat,
steady, measured, sometimes erratic,
the pavements worn with static,
Worn with the imprints
of millions of feet,
hopeful millions,
that in crowds, congregate,
sheltered by
the clouds of hope, that permeate,
into the bustling metropolis
injecting a life giving elixir,
into the veins
of
The city that never sleeps
An excellent epistle to describe a City that Never Sleeps! While most modern cities fall in a similar category of somnambulism, the city herein described would undoubtedly be Gurgaon...... a city awakening to the challenges of modern India yet so dusty, so chaotic! . Arti Chopra has culled out the essence of The City so beautifully.
I think it is Gurgaon - truly described. Very well written.
I think New York City is the one that is famous as the city never sleeps..is it so? .the pulse of the city is well-described...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Long, but vividly describes the rumblings of a busy city life. Well written. Which city was in your mind when you wrote this?