My Beloved City Poem by Madhabi Banerjee

It is our beloved city, the pride of our country
It is one of the world's best city
We fee l proud being the inhabitants of this city'
So we always try to attempt schemes for its development
Such as
Shades for blazing sun
Sewerage systems for heavy rainfall and water logging
Disaster Management Schemes for natural calamity.
And Trifala lamp posts for dense darkness
None-the -less
The shades are unable to protect one's head from sun rays
Drains are used accumulation of garbage, cumuli can be seen.
Trifala lamp post cannot remove darkness
Teenaged Damnees are raped in this darkness
Bright youth like Sudipto become a martyr.
Despite the floodlight
The photos of damnees and sudipto's we have to see in candlelit