Leader Of The City Poem by Naveed Akram

A man in Bombay swept the roads,
Each road spelt its name properly;
The road was longer than the others,
And he swung away at weeds growing.
The cars overtook the cars of the chariots,
And history wept and tears terrified the populace.
The gods were angered by the impulses of the person,
The person wanted more roads,
And Bombay deserved no elevated ramps.

The streets of Bombay witnessed a spell
Of hazards, the shrines maddened at the speed
Of travellers since the months of too much festival.
A little heart must be given to the obscure of the city,
How do they request so many favours from the person?