! ! ...Urban Afternoon.....Part 2 Poem by Seema Aarella

It wasn’t a blessed sight
The natural conversion
Of waste to nutrition
As the revered animal
Grazed on litter and garbage
By the dirty city lane.

It wasn’t so pleasing,
Caught in the smoke maze
Of blaring peak hour traffic
A butterfly choked, coughed
And Struggled for air, before
It came down in circles

It wasn’t so dignified,
The hasty sprinting of weary
Working class women
Trying to catch a local bus,
The ornament of our homes
So uncared on our streets

It wasn’t so soothing,
Because the nightingale
Did not sing, for the
Noise of this bustling city
Had killed its song forever
I wonder if it is dead too....