Life In The City Poem by Alexander Raju

From the top of this green hill,
I see at a far distance,
The cursed city where I dwell,
A mass of buildings concrete,
Like boxes to accrete
In a systematic stance.

Here, the air is fresh and sweet,
The cool shade falls on my feet,
I feel rejuvenated,
Far from the madding crowd, free,
And the city looks pretty,
But that's only a mirage.

There, I live in a small box,
Work in another large box,
Do shopping in a third box
And come back to the first box;
Box to box I have to move
Until rest in the last box.