Urban Poem by Nissim Ezekiel


Rating: 4.7

The hills are always far away.
He knows the broken roads, and moves
In circles tracked within his head.
Before he wakes and has his say,
The river which he claims he loves
Is dry, and all the winds lie dead.

At dawn he never sees the skies
Which, silently, are born again.
Nor feels the shadows of the night
Recline their fingers on his eyes.
He welcomes neither sun nor rain.
His landscape has no depth or height.

The city like a passion burns.
He dreams of morning walks, alone,
And floating on a wave of sand.
But still his mind its traffic turns
Away from beach and tree and stone
To kindred clamour close at hand.

Jyoti 21 December 2017

Is there line wise explanations for urban and critical appreciation of it available

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diksha 03 December 2019

who is he in poem

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He is the poet himself.

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Bolt Patel 29 November 2017

Good and it is very intersting

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 September 2019

The city like a passion burns. He dreams of morning walks, alone, And floating on a wave of sand. great poem. very fine perceptions and expressions. tony

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Rooplal 19 November 2021

Very nice 👌

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Bits 26 January 2021

Discuss the imaginary used in the poem

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 December 2019

Broken roads! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bijay Kant Dubey 11 December 2019

A poem exploring the bad impact of rampant, mindless urbanization and industrialization of our space which houses the populated exodus and congested city space clamouring for natural greenery and vegetation, gasping for breath and fresh vision and sunlight rarely explained elsewhere. Urbanizing our space, where have we reached ultimately? The dry river, silent nature, what are they telling about?

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Savita Tyagi 11 December 2019

Beautiful poem. Congratulations! Now exposed to this page will return to read more. Thank you PoemHunter.

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Nissim Ezekiel

Nissim Ezekiel

Mumbai / India
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