Enter Hyderabad Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Eerie it looks the new Hyderabad Airport
As you enter from the aero-bridge
High ceiling, huge spaces, no persons,
Most unlike India: there is no noise,
No clutter, no human beings as you
Walk, one odd airline representative,
No porters and you come below
To the one revolving luggage belt,
Carousal, if you want stylish one word,
Only when you exit and cross the bridge
Outside the scene becomes familiar.

Long-term planning of infrastructure
Starts well till it gets used by public
When the paan spit starts occurring
And the surroundingss encourage
Noise and clutter, then the sheen on
New infrastructure goes, replaced
By what you are at home in.
Will this arrival lounge be an exception?